Novel & Cerita Doctor Who Rose And The Doctor

“I fought my body. It sounds crazy but that’s exactly what I did. My body wanted to obey his command so I had to force it to listen to me instead. My attacker was surprised by this and when I told him to leave me alone, he listened.” Now that I hear myself say the whole story out loud it sounds more than crazy. I sound like I should be checked into a mental hospital. “Rose…” I look at Paul when he trails off. The words appear stuck in his throat for a second but then he looks me in the eye and says, “That man was a vampire.”

I ask in a mousy voice. “No Rose. I wouldn’t dream of it,” he replies. I look at him and fall into his eyes again. Those bottomless ocean eyes. We stare at each other again until I hear a throat clear. Damn, what is wrong with me? We both look over at the doctor.

I closed the door behind us once we were inside. The doctor immediately bent to dab at her shoes with a napkin she’d brought from the ballroom. “Really, this will be fine. You don’t need to—” “Actually,” Elijah cut in, “we do need to talk to you, Dr. Rose.” She froze, then slowly straightened up. Her eyes darted between us, then to my armored gown, then to the closed door. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

"I am allergic to rose oil! Dad knows about it! And Avril was the one who told the maids to smother my bed in rose oil! Dad was the one who found out about it…" Layla exclaimed, crying pitifully as she nursed her stinging cheek. "You're still trying to lie about it!" Eric roared, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing her by her collar. He tightened his hold on her, lifting her up. And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground.

They moved as one toward the bed, falling into it like gravity demanded it. Her shirt came off first, tossed to the floor. Then his. Skin met skin, a fire catching in their blood. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you,” he groaned against her neck. “I know,” she gasped, her fingers curling in his hair. The world narrowed to touch, taste, sensation, until everything else, even danger, ceased to exist. And then…. A bang. The bedroom door flew open. Inés scrambled upright, clutching the sheet.

The girl did not move, trapped in the big body of the handsome doctor. The scent of Robert's masculine freshness wafted into her nostrils, making Rose almost fall asleep, before finally coming back to her senses when she heard someone screaming.

I asked weakly, my eyes were on Tita Alandra. Rose's tears flowed and she immediately attended to me. She sat beside me and held my hand. I looked at her, urging her to speak. But moments passed no one intended to answer me. Until the elderly doctor arrived. "Doc ..." said Sage. She nodded and went to me. Rose stood up so the doctor could approach me. I did nothing but look at her. She smiled but I didn't. How can I smile after everything? Only a madman can do that. "What are you feeling? Do you feel better?" the doctor asked softly.

This wasn’t the Doctor she usually spoke with. “Hi, you must be Jane. I’m Dr. Stephen, covering for Dr. Crow,” the new Doctor said warmly. He looked to be in his early thirties—friendly, approachable, nothing like Dr. Crow, who truly lived up to his name. Romilda sat down, studying the new Doctor’s face. He’s cute, she thought. “How are you feeling today, Jane?” he asked, flipping through her chart. “Rose,” Romilda corrected. “My name is Rose.”

"I assume you are here about your pregnancy?" "About my-" Rose stopped mid-sentence. The nurse must have sensed it, or maybe the information she had given her had been enough for the doctor to know for certain that this was the case. As Rose's mind wandered down the hall towards the mausoleum, the doctor kept talking. "Has there ever been a case of a Alpha...?" Rose trailed off, seeing the doctor's expression turn to pity as he shook his head, already knowing what Rose was about to ask.

" “No, I feel just fine.” The doctor smiled in relief. “Alright, let me do a quick checkup and I will be on my way.” Rose let him conduct his checkup while she stayed silent the entire time. Her mind was still wildly thinking about what happened and was happening right now. ‘Everything is almost identical. As if this is all staged. Or maybe it’s just… Deja vu?’ Rose was not sure. After the doctor was done, he stood up and left. Rose only stared at the white blanket that covered her legs. Something was not right, Rose thought, but what exactly?