Doctor Who Valentine's Novels & Stories

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

She excused herself, and once we were alone, the doctor asked me to sit. “Ms. Sterling, before I bring out our donor, I want you to know it’s okay to reject him.” “Totally.” “Yes, he will be okay with it.” “Of course. Can I now see him? I’m getting nervous.” “Yes, of course. Mr. Carlos!” Mr. Who? Then I felt footsteps and I didn’t look up. I mean, it couldn’t be the Carlos I knew, right? “You may look up, Ms. Valentina,” the doctor said, and I hesitated before looking up—and gasped when I saw who it was.

Valentine’s voice is filled with panic as he struggles to get off beneath his twin sister. "It’s okay Val… I’m here for you," she says, her voice calm, soothing. "I’ve got you brother." Jason and Wilson stand and watch in disbelief as Chloe places her hand on Valentine’s chest, her eyes closing as she whispers something under her breath. Valentine struggles beneath her, but his movements grow weaker with each passing second, until he finally lies still. When Chloe finally steps back, his eyes return to their normal color, and she looks down at him with a mixture of pity and sadness.

I stared at the pity in her eyes, at the way she was already holding my hand the way you hold the hand of a patient you suspect is about to flatline gently, like bracing yourself for the machines to start screaming. Two years. I'd been elbow-deep in a cadaver lab, dreaming about gold eyes over stale hospital coffee, and he'd been what, falling in love? Learning somebody else's laugh? Promising forever, in whatever quiet, imperfect way he knew how, to somebody who wasn't me? "Who?" The word tore out of me raw, more animal than doctor. Maya hesitated, just a beat too long. "Valerie Cross." Of course. I turned my face toward the window. The rain had started falling harder, blurring the whole gr

"Miss! We're late. Please forgive us!" The man in the lead lifted me into his arms, his eyes reddened. He immediately ordered the nurse to press the elevator, heading straight for the ambulance. A few foolish bodyguards tried to block the way, shouting, "This is the Valentino family's private hospital—you dare—" Before they could finish, they were slammed to the ground. "The Valentino family? It won't exist much longer." Within seconds, I was lying inside a custom luxury ambulance. The vehicle was fully equipped, and the medical team was ready.

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I’m about to turn around when the door behind me clicks shut. I spin around. Viktor is leaning against the closed door, arms crossed, scar pulling when he smiles. He’s been waiting. The realization hits me like ice water. “Looking for someone, Doctor?” His accent rolls slow and thick, making my name sound like something filthy. “Or were you hoping to find me?” My heart slams against my ribs. I keep my voice steady. “I was looking for Marta. Clearly I found the wrong basement rat instead.” He chuckles, pushing off the door and stepping closer. “Always with the sharp tongue. I like that about you. Makes me wonder how it would feel wrapped around my cock.”

countdown. "By Valentine’s Day," she said, looking at her reflection in a "Broken" mirror, "Ethan Hawke will find that love isn't a 'System-Stabilizer.' It’s the 'Human Error' that will finally 'Liquidate' him." The "250-chapter" war was no longer about corporate boardrooms. It had become a "Mechanical" race to the finish line of a young boy's life. The "Secret Alliance" was moving toward the "Home-Node," and the "Gilded Cage" was preparing to snap shut on the only "Absolute" truth Ethan had left.

The doctor is in the middle of a procedure. That is not a doctor, Thorne sneered, stepping down the stairs with a slow, deliberate arrogance. That is Killian Vance's discarded trash. She is a Blackwood spy who walked across our borders with a broken bond just to gain access to our leader's throat. I saved your lieutenant on the highway, you idiot, Valerie said, her voice dripping with pure, freezing contempt.

I smiled as I clasped the necklace around my neck. He stood across from me, grinning like an idiot. This Valentine’s Day may have started off as a complete disaster, but the ending wasn’t that bad at all.