Doctor Truth Book Novels & Stories

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen! I hope y’all have planned loads of sex for this particular Friday night. Allow the sex doctor to assist you in your journey of pleasure. Let’s have our first caller ready, Tristan, shall we?” Roth’s cheery voice boomed across the booth, not carrying a hint of his sleep deprivation. “Right, doctor, our first caller is Antonio.” Tristan informed him before connecting the caller’s audio to the headset on Roth. Roth gave Tristan a thumbs up across the booth, as he spoke, “Hello Antonio, what made you call the sex doctor today? Unable to make your lady’s juices flow?”

His long legs crossed casually, yet he still radiated an air of complete control. "The person who hired those thugs was Brooke. I've already had someone send the evidence anonymously to both the police and Alex." I stared at him in shock, my grip on the covers tightening subconsciously. "What?" He raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Did you think I was just some guy who only knows how to acquire companies?" … The next morning, I was awakened by soft sounds. It was a team of doctors in white coats, their expressions solemn as they quietly set up various portable instruments beside my bed.

I don't want to go to the hospital, the doctor is already here, anyway. "Fine!" The doctor started examining my body but he prioritize my head before the stab I got earlier.

, I cursed myself for making such a lame excuse. "Anyways, I never told you that I'd do anything you tell me. So, don't lie and also do you have any proof?", I question him with arms crossed. "Well, first of all, I never lie. You can ask Jae-eun if you don't believe me and second of all, there are CCTV cameras fitted in all the corners of the hospital including the patient's ward and haven't you noticed that this is a VIP room? So, does it make any sense that this room won't contain a CCTV camera?", he said as he tried his best to get up from the bed. "A-alright, but what about the voice? The CCTV doesn't contain any voice recorder.", I tried my best to defend myself.

I shrugged, immediately regretting it as a sharp pain lanced through my side, “I have a high resistance to drugs. Built up immunity over the years. Knockout doses don’t exactly work like they should.” Alden cursed under his breath, raking a hand through his hair, “Are you serious right now, Nyx? You were literally coughing up blood an hour ago and bleeding all over, and now you’re acting like this is nothing?” I gave him a weak smirk, “I mean… it’s not nothing, but I’ve had worse.” The doctor muttered something that sounded suspiciously like psychotic before shaking his head, “Well, I don’t care how resilient you think you are. Your injuries are severe. You need rest, not to mention physical

Prepare for a total rollercoaster, because this second series isn't only going to keep you at the edge of your seat, it would make you vent different kinds of emotion. The Book3 will coming up once I'm done with this series, I hope you continue to support me, encourage me and keeping shipping Roth&Tristan. If you haven't read the Book1, Kindly read it up so you can follow up the story till the end. Don't forget to share, Rate and Drop your comment! let's Go!! *********** THE SEX DOCTOR: BOOK2

he continued. “You said at the interview that you’re back, neck and knees are aching right?” Tit nodded. “It’s Arthritis,” said the doctor. Damn. It turns out that Tit is getting older! Then have the courage to make this handsome doctor with a big bulge cute! Malcolm’s Pov I glanced at her direction. She covered her mouth to hide her laugh. “Hmp!” she still stopped laughing even though I was staring at it. My eyes narrowed. “Is there a problem, Miss?” I asked her.

Suddenly, it all seemed ridiculous to me. In the next moment, I reached into my pocket and slowly pulled out my work ID. The crowd gasped. I opened it and held it up. It had a black cover with a gold-embossed national emblem on it, as well as the words "Rose Jennings, Forensic Pathologist." "I'm not refusing to treat your son," I said, calm but loud enough for everyone to hear. "But I'm a forensic doctor." I paused, scanning Florence and her son, who was still pretending to cry.

"You've got the wrong person! Miss Rebecca's husband is our hospital dean. He's in the room with their baby right now. And just so you know, we don't disclose other patients' private information." I slammed my hand down on the counter, my voice rising as I said, "Cut the crap. If I say to check, you check. My dad's a major investor in this place; I'm practically the head. Don't I have that right? And as for a husband catching his wife cheating, that's his prerogative, so save your breath!" The nurse gave me a look like I was out of my mind, then snorted. "Mister, you must be dreaming! Our dean's got money and power, and he's not the type to have an affair. You, on the other hand, have either

I say, strolling back toward her. “Besides Rat Trap on your fake tits, the second game is called Truth: A Little Flesh or Lies: A Lot of Flesh.” I smirk. “Rules are simple. I’m going to adjust our little rat friend, so he’s positioned right above your overpriced silicone tits. Then, I ask a question. As I heat the bucket. You answer and if I believe you, I release a little heat. Vincent over there, he takes part of a finger. But if we think you’re lying?” I glance over at Vinny. “I heat the bucket, and he takes the whole fucking finger.”