Doctor Who Family Tree Novels & Stories

Damien had been stuck in a night from five years ago when he had a night with a random lady. For some reasons, he couldn't get her off his mind and vowed to find her. But that would be hard. With only her face in his memory and no name, how would he find her? As coincidences, fate, destiny, and a certain connection pull them, with each passing moment, closer to each other, they realize that they had been right under each other's noses all along. "Do, you really think.it was just a night stand?" The older woman asked and the two youngsters were thrown into instant confusion. Eleanor was sure that the only reason she went to the bar was because she was angry and needed a place to vent it out. And to her greatest knowledge, no one forced her to it. Damien too. He was at the Castle of Wine because he needed a quiet place... away from work. So... What was it...? ***** And, when they find out that it wasn't just a nightstand they shared, but infact, had a lot of things in common apart from the kids, only then would they realize... The journey just begun…

I found a cure for a rare brain tumor a year ago, but in my own home, I am still just the embarrassment who wears rags instead of silk. While my mother and stepsister obsess over guest lists and social standing, I spend my nights in a quiet lab, trying to save lives. I thought my future was set: more research, more bullying from my family, and eventually, a forced marriage. But Lyon came along. His mother is dying of the same tumor I had found a cure for, and he wouldn't leave my lab until I go with him. He is an Alpha shifter, a man with money and power that makes my family look like amateurs, and he didn't care about my protests before he carried me away. “Name your price, Doctor Christie Graves. I can give you anything you want as long as you save my mother.” But it's not ANYTHING I want. I want every inch of him. I want to know what making love would feel like. And with a man like Lyon. I should be ashamed of that. My job is supposed to be my only pleasure. Yet, when he tells me that there's a bond between us and that he can't let me go, I'm ready to go on my knees and ask him to make love to me.

After the Ritualist declared that Amber would not live past 18, I, a perfectly healthy girl, became the Misfortune Vessel. When Amber broke a leg, my left leg was crippled. When Amber tried to kill herself with shards of glass, the tendons in my hand were severed. I could no longer hold a pen. From childhood to the present, every wound meant for Amber landed on my body. She never stopped testing how far she could go. Skydiving from two miles up. Chasing sharks in deep water. Survival expeditions to the extreme North. Every choice courted death. I cried. I screamed that it hurt. My brothers refused to allow it. "Enough already. It's just a small injury. How could it hurt that much? You're too delicate." "If it hurts, then endure it." So I endured until the day I turned 18. That was when the Shared-Sense System found me. I enabled family sharing, and every single one of them went insane.

Before our wedding, my fiancée, Sarah Hargrave—a professor of medieval history—held a private ceremony in a secluded chapel in the countryside. But not with me. Under the glow of candlelight, she cradled Benjamin Wheeler—her first love, his face gaunt from the cancer consuming him—in her arms. Her smile was soft, almost reverent, as she murmured, "In the eyes of God, vows made before the altar are the only ones that matter. Even if the law says I belong to Daniel, my soul was never his." And so, to the faint echo of hymns and the scent of old incense, they drank from the same silver cup, exchanged rings, and stepped together into the dimly lit sacristy—their makeshift bridal chamber. I watched. Silent. Motionless. No outbursts, no demands for explanation. Just the quiet dialing of a clinic to undo the vasectomy I'd gotten for our future. From fifteen to thirty, I had loved Sarah for fifteen long years. But in all that time, there'd never been room for me. That space had always belonged to Benjamin, my stepbrother. So I let her go. Afterward, I joined a geological research team bound for the isolation of Antarctica—a land cut off from the world, quiet and clean. Before I left, I handed Sarah a divorce agreement…and a final gift to mark the end. I never anticipated that Sarah, who'd always met my devotion with frosty detachment, who'd never once glanced back as I walked away, would look ten years older overnight.

What is it you truly desire? Is it money? Is it power? Fame? Perhaps you lust for passions of the flesh? Well I have all of those and more. Money I could burn, a repertoire that would make me your favorite celebrity green with envy, and an empire that comes with unlimited snatch as a perk. See a guy like me could make a nun get on her knees for far more than just prayer but it comes at a price. A gift and a curse I always say. My name is Jason Sanders better known as “The Sex Doctor”. Now, of course, mines isn’t the life you envision for yourself when they ask you what it is you want to be when you grow up but my life - as seemingly perfect as it was – changed the day I met…. HER.

"PLEASE FUCK ME DOCTOR". ANN BEGGED AS SHE CRAVED FOR HIS TOUCH IN-BETWEEN HER SPLAYED LEGS. //DARK ROMANCE// WARNING! THIS BOOK CONTAINS STEAMY SCENE IN EVERY CHAPTER, IF YOU ARE BELOW 18 AND YOU FEEL INSUCRE ABOUT READING EROTIC BOOK, PLEASE DON'T READ. IT CONTAINS HIGH SEXUAL CONTENT!!!...THOSE WHO WISH TO CONTINUE, PLEASE DO BECAUSE YOU WIL REALLY ENJOY IT, IT'S WORTH IT! … I am Ann hamburger. A sex maniac. I mean, I love having sex. And I am a fan of one night stands. My parents and ex boyfriend thinks I am cursed but my body is just highly sensitive. It was all fun to me but I got to thinking that they might be right. So my best friend introduced someone to me—A sex doctor . Marcus Morris. She says he is my last hope. My question is, am I really cursed? Can a sex doctor help me stop being a sex maniac? Well flip through this pages and read the story of my life. The shades of Ann...

Racheal Louis thrown out by her family after her parents death, struggled to provide for herself ,before getting hired by Austin Daniels, the CEO of Daniat Airways ,the rival of the Louis family to pretend to be the lost grand daughter of the Daniel's family for 2 months. Love and tension build up. Together they look for ways to expose her family.

My cousin, Tiffany Wilkinson, brought her new boyfriend, Isaac Lloyd, home for the first time. The dinner was going great, chatting and laughing like everything was perfect. Out of nowhere, Isaac locked eyes on me, his face lighting up with fake surprise as he practically shouted, "Wait, don't I know you from somewhere? Aren't you in that 'Elite Escort Group'?" He added, "I swear I saw your rate card in the group photos... It was only 200 dollars or something?" He slapped a hand over his mouth afterward, putting on this innocent act like he had just let something slip. The lively dining room went dead silent in an instant. My relatives' looks turned cold and judgmental, making me utterly uncomfortable all over. "He looks so decent on the outside, but he's actually doing that kind of thing behind closed doors." "You're such a disgrace to the Wilkinson family. Don't even tell people you're related to us from now on." Dad was so furious he slammed his wine glass down, and Mom sat there wiping away tears. I calmly dabbed my mouth with my napkin, then looked at Isaac with a knowing smirk. "Makes sense that I look familiar. I'm with the Vice Squad, and I just busted you in a sting operation last month!"

18+[Mature content] “Listen to you,” he murmurs against my ear, two fingers slipping through my folds without entering, just spreading the wetness up to my clit and circling slow. “Soaked for me. You’ve been like this all day, haven’t you? I whimper, pushing back against him, feeling the thick, length of him hot against my ass. He chuckles, dark and wicked. “Greedy girl you want your step-uncle’s cock again?” “Yes,” I gasp. “Please—” He pulls his fingers away and I cry out at the loss, but then he’s gripping my hips, tilting me just right, and sliding into me in one slow, relentless push. “Fuck, Mabel,” he groans. “This pussy was made for me.”Then he starts moving hard, filthy strokes that shove me up the mattress, the tie around my wrists pulling tight. “Come on my cock,” he growls. “Show me how much you love being fucked by the one man you’re never supposed to want.” I screamed whiles he keeps pounding through it, snarling filthy praise in my ear. “That’s it milk me, baby… gonna fill you up again so you feel me every time you sit down tomorrow…” He slams deep one last time and comes with my name on his tongue, pulsing hot inside me until it’s dripping down my thighs. He unties me slowly, pulls off the blindfold and kisses me soft and deep while I’m still shaking around him. ** After her boyfriend dumped her, calling her a “buzzkill” in bed, her best friend swore by a new doctor in town (turns out he’s the step-uncle she barely remembers, and everything changes).

I was the most notorious terror child in the entire neighborhood. Every day, I threw a tantrum and claimed a parking spot as my own. I refused to let anyone else park there. The other residents had no choice but to leave their cars on the street, where they received expensive parking tickets. I held a neighbor’s seven-year-old pet duck under water until it drowned. The duck had been worth a thousand dollars. I did it simply because I wanted to taste duck meat. In the elevator, I would cancel everyone else’s floors for fun. One day, the elevator broke down. A neighbor was trapped inside so long that they nearly suffocated. My parents were at their wits’ end. More than once, they beat me in public over my actions. They even broke down in front of everyone and cursed me. “How did I end up with such a rotten child?” “Why don’t you just die?” I thought. “But Mom, Dad, weren’t these the very things you taught me?” I lowered my head, heartbroken. “Kid, are your parents bad to you? Why don’t I find you a new mom and dad?” a tempting voice asked. I looked up at the scarred man standing in front of me. Hope flickered across my face. I nodded.