Doctor Strange X Reader Novels & Stories

18 + VERY, VERY, VERY STRONG KINKY, DIRTY, FREAKY, NASTY FUCK SCENE AHEAD. CHAPTERS 46 AND 47 WILL BE HELLFIRE HOT. SO FOR ALL YOU HALO WEARING LASSES AND LADS, PLEASE SKIP THOSE TWO CHAPTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED.

"What we just saw is classified medical information about Miss Hart's condition. Anyone who speaks about this outside this room will be terminated immediately. Are we clear?" Everyone nodded, too shocked to argue. "Mary, with me. Now." Dr. Stevens grabbed my arm and pulled me from the emergency room into a private office. He closed the door and turned to face me. "What are you?" "I'm just an intern." "Don't lie to me. I've been a doctor for thirty years. I've seen a lot of things. But I've never seen anyone heal wounds with glowing hands through touch alone. That's not normal wolf healing. That's something else entirely."

“And my love, meet Dr Winter. She’ll be your personal physician for the next moon season.” Jayda is seated on a pink, furry, plush chair, dressed in off-white lingerie that blends perfectly with her oiled body. A fashion magazine covers her face, and she lowers it down slowly to look at us. “Morning darling.” She smiles at Xavier, and then her gaze softens even more when she looks at me. “The Doctor and I have met.” Xavier exhales noisily and walks to meet his wife. “So I've heard.” I stay by the door, my legs rooted to the floor as I watch Xavier kiss Jayda on her shiny forehead. She giggles and smiles as she plants multiple kisses on his face.

"I found it." The room quieted. Killian straightened. "Found what?" Morwen placed the scrolls on the table. "The truth." She slowly unrolled the oldest parchment. The edges crumbled with age. At the top was an illustration: a child with silver eyes, golden veins spreading beneath his skin. Underneath it was written in faded letters: *Fragment Sickness*. Seraphina's heartbeat stopped. Morwen looked toward her. "You were right." Seraphina swallowed. "About what?"

"Control your goddamn wolf. We wait for Dr. Sterling to neutralize the drug before any of us touch him." Xavier stared at me, his chest rising and falling violently. Slowly, the sanity returned to his eyes. He cursed loudly under his breath, running a hand through his messy hair, and stomped toward the door. "I'm getting a drink before I fucking lose it," Xavier muttered, throwing the door open and stepping out into the hall. I let out a long, exhausted sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. My heart was pounding like a sledgehammer against my ribs, my own body aching from the sheer restraint it took not to claim my mate right then and there.

“I don't have a personal doctor named Ericson Labbonaire. My doctor is Oliver Maxmillan. He's an old doctor, but don't doubt his thoroughness in examining his patients. He is a very smart doctor.” An old man? Xander really wanted to laugh at his stupidity. Someone who had called him and claimed to be his mother's personal doctor was not someone who was old. He recognized the voice as a young man. Xander was suddenly overcome with anger. The only reason he accepted the marriage was because he wanted to make his sick mother happy. He would give his life to a woman he didn't love for his mother. But it turned out that all his sacrifices had been wasted on a lie.

Ethan said, a small smile tugging on his lips. “No need.” Gabrielle looked at him calmly, somehow there was no sign of Yvenna. “I didn't come for you but because I was told Mooncrest has several patients who require specialized treatment.” Ethan's jaw tightened, he was getting annoyed with her cold shoulder. “Gabrielle—” “Who is in charge of the medical department?” Gabrielle asked, wanting to change the topic “Dr. Marcus.” “Good. Take me to him.” She turned away again. Ethan followed her. “You've changed.”

". I asked him again. Gazing at the bright stars surrounding the moon, his grey eyes concentrating on every single one. "I see blinding small specs, what do you see?" He answered back. Reid was a therapist after all, they always seem to have different ways of seeing everyone and everything. I wonder what was going on inside the head of the world's best sex therapist right now though, at least before I came out to join him.

“I thought doctors were intelligent?“ “He said that to you and you are telling me now!“ He yelled at Dr Phil, who felt like he would be seeing his late father soon. “I was just as confused, I couldn't comprehend what he meant.“ “I need to find out if he is the one, and if he is responsible for foiling my plan. He won't be getting spared.“ * Xander gently laid Lena on her bed, removing the sandals wrapped around her feet and pushing the duvet to rest just above her chest, he drew the stool sitting close to the nightstand closer, settled on it and observed her with scrutiny. He can't still believe she passed out in the store, she seemed fairly strong and healthier these days he seemed to have

Seriously, how could he be asking this right now, especially with what he's doing to me. “So are you going to help me quench this thirst of mine?” his tone demanding yet seductively draining. I could tell my entire body was on heat at that moment, but I just couldn't, the doctor says he needs to rest properly and heal. I covered my mouth as he began to deeply suck on my flesh,“ I'm sorry Xander, but the doctors said we can't be just yet.”; I stared trying to control myself. He then stopped and let out a massive laugh, leaving utterly confused, just what exactly is funny right now?