Doctor Stranger Novel 621 Novels & Stories

Vicky's body stiffened at his action as she was still struggling to be so close to a man. However, since she decided to move back in, she knew she would eventually have to pay the price for it. She nodded. "Okay." ... Half an hour later, the doctor Tyler had hired came to the building. It was a Zendonian woman in her forties, and she had a warm smile that made her look pleasantly approachable. "Mister Hart. Miss Shaw. Greetings." The woman bowed at them and proceeded to introduce herself, "You can call me Doctor Jenny."

I hope I don't fail. The next morning, I open my tired eyes as I try to look for the doctor. And as always, he's not in bed next to me. So, resigned, I grab a robe and go out to have some coffee before going to work. When I arrived in the living room, I saw that he was sitting in one of the dining room chairs, wearing his red boxers and a white sleeveless t-shirt. “Doctor Dustin?” I whispered, surprised to see him there. “Wow, he sleeps too much!” He murmured with his perfect magazine-man demeanor. “I guess sex is like an exercise for you,” he said as he passed a needle through the fabric of the dress that Abby had torn.

That’s when I noticed it—a deep bite mark on his neck. I didn’t pay it much mind because I knew it must have been Antonette or one of his other women. After the home screen appeared, my interest in my phone evaporated. I turned it off and gazed out the window at the life passing by. A moment later, the doorknob clicked, and the door swung open. I turned my head and saw a familiar figure. “Doctor Doren,” I greeted. The cold, composed doctor nodded, a folder in his hand as he walked toward me.

“I don't know but he is planning something. I want you to be careful. Wilston is a deranged man. He kills for fun. I have seen his victims and it's a picture I don't want to see again.” “Bite down on this.” The doctor handed me a towel and I did as he said. I closed my eyes and tears rolled down my cheeks as he stitched up my wound. Fuck, I don't know how long I can take this pain. My body feels like it's about to shut down. I swallowed hard as I concentrated on something else. I imagine Ace and me in bed together. His face gives me the courage to keep holding on. “There you go. All done. I am sorry I hurt you.” The doctor smiled. I nodded at him and gave him a weak smile, “No problem. Thank

Letting out a deep sigh, He nodded meekly. His eyes followed Riley's every movement till she left the navy double doors. The moment the door was closed His eyes turned cold instantly. In a matter of seconds, he demanded a phone from the Nurse and instructing them to vacate his room. The blue-eyed Doctor glared at him, However seeing his condition he handed Christian his phone. "Name?" Christian asked. "Dr. Jasper." Doctor answered While Christian furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn't asking for his name. Stupid Doctor.

I threw the marker in the bathroom trash can. My femininity hurts as I swear. Damn! I’m nervous! I type fast. Verine: Tit! Do you have Doc’s number? Emergency. Tits: Yes, why what happened? Verine: Give it to Tit. Plss .. I beg of her. Tits: I’ll just text you mate ata e! Don’t expect that because I’m Doc’s text mate! He cares about me. Tit’s grin. Asus! Be careful because we have arthritis! Looks like Tit won’t just give Doc’s number, I need to think of a way.

My right side is suddenly stabbed by a scorching pain. I gasp and open my eyes. A rough bed, white walls, and white linens. Those are the first things I take notice of. The same doctor with red hair and chocolate eyes is hunched over me. He looks down at me expressionlessly for a few seconds before removing his hand from my ribcage and backing away. The question "Still tender?" I am silent throughout. My name is Dr. Trevor.

His jaws twitched underneath the shelter of his mouth. Slowly, very cautiously, he let loose of the doctor’s collar, taking a step backward. The doctor let out an exhale. Relieved. He didn't have time to arrange his coat. He had grace. Grace to save the mafia lord's wife or he would be dead before the tick of the long-hand clock. Briskly, he adjusted his glass, hurrying over to Rosealba who lay on the bed. Chest, rising and falling at every faint breath. Drystan stood next to a stand, away from the light—where the doctor treated Rosealba—the only light in his world.

Lisa POV I almost rolled my eyes at the young doctor. He stood just outside my door, finishing a phone call and tossing around clipped medical terms. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-six. There was a rough charm to him, the kind you’d expect in a crowded club, not a specialist who works for an expensive hospital. With a poison scare still hanging over me, I didn’t feel comforted. I didn’t want someone like him handling my case. I watched him without making it obvious. He ended the call and stepped inside.

I need to know that Six was telling me the truth, to calm this nervous burn in my stomach. “Mr. Hilton is a very strong man,” the doctor says, and his voice is so calming. “He’s already recovering well. He should be awake anytime from now.” I nod my head, and I let out a deep sigh of relief. I didn’t even realize I was trapping my own breath all these while. “Now, if you both can give us a moment, I would like to redress his wound. It won't take long.” The doctor says. “Okay. No problem at all.”