Doctor Who X Reader Novels & Stories

Everyone clapped. “Now some people might think this is just fancy prostitution, but this is more than meets the eye. The Sex Doctor is about relieving the stresses of everyday life. Sex is very therapeutic and can have amazingly positive effects on ones everyday life. This is also about fulfilling fantasies and making dreams come to reality. In doing so I promise to help many charities along my journey and want to make a huge impact on this community.”

Pain darkened her eyes, and I didn’t want to add to that. The air carried the faint metallic bite of blood, and beneath it, the sharp tang of fear rolling off of the three females who were just shit out of luck. Aria’s breaths came out shallow and uneven, a sound that made my chest tighten. Jericho paced inside me, wanting nothing more than to be let out. The door opened hard against the wall. Dr. Xand strode in, his white coat flaring behind him, his expression set in that detached precision I had learned to recognize as his battlefield face. Cleo followed, her hands already moved with purpose.

But she remained still, as though trapped between two worlds. Suddenly, the door creaked open again, and the same doctor who had performed the surgery stepped in. His expression was more serious this time, eyes heavy with something deeper than just exhaustion. Xander stood up immediately, heart leaping into his throat. “Mr. Xander,” the doctor said quietly, “we need to talk.” A chill ran through Xander. He followed the doctor out of the room and into a small consultation office nearby. The walls were bare except for a few charts, and the ticking of the wall clock made the silence feel even more suffocating.

Well, if I thought the pictures that were in that magazine were something to behold, this Doctor has some weird idea of what he believes is art on the walls. Jenna gently squeezes my hand as she sees the fear of hell creep into my eyes, "Baby, it is going to be fine. You will get used to it after all the books you are going to read." "Me? Read? The only thing I am reading is the morning paper." And I should not have said that; she bursts out in tears while the Doctor only looks at us laughing. He shakes his head and shows for us to sit down.

” Doctor ~”Do you want to go stand outside Jackson? Jackson ~”I will break the door down.” Kayley ~”You like breaking things down. Including marriages.” Doctor ~”How is the wedding going?” Kayley ~”It's not happening.” Jackson ~”It's not happening.” Doctor ~”Fuck I should not have asked. I am going to do the scan now.” I watch as the Doctor rub that damn cold thing over my tummy and point at the screen. Kayley ~”I don't see anything.” Jackson ~”I don't see anything either.”

“Tell me what’s going on with Maya.” His tone wasn’t loud. It was soft. Deadly. Dr. Harper’s fingers curled slightly. “I can’t,” she said, forcing the words out evenly. “With all due respect—” She had unknowingly changed her tone. “With all due respect, Doctor,” Xander said, his voice colder now. “This is your last chance.” Their eyes locked. Dr. Harper swallowed. Xander didn’t say another word. He pulled out his phone. I’m at Dr. Harper’s office. Come quickly.

“You’re so beautiful.” Then I chuckled. “Right. Of course. We look the same.” I talked to her for nearly half an hour. She didn’t respond, but I didn’t stop. I told her everything I could. I wanted to believe she could hear me. James stayed quietly in the background. Watching me like I’d lost it, talking to someone deep in sleep. I made the most of every second. Because tomorrow, I would no longer be Noami. I would be Normani Arvenze—the wife of Dr. Fabio Arvenze.

Xavier. He had his head down and was reading a stack of papers. “Hi Doc, how have you been?” He lifted his head and smiled nicely. “I've been good, I'm glad I'll be going back home today at least. My work here is done.” “What do you have for us?” I asked, taking a seat opposite him. He heaved a sigh and passed me papers. I looked through the papers and didn't really understand the medical terms used. “What does this mean?” I passed the paper to Anderson.

“I can see the odds. I just… don’t like that there’s no real choice.” “There rarely is,” he said. “Only the illusion of one.” Silence stretched again, calmer this time, less sharp like our encounter in the hallway. It must be the sea that’s urging us into stillness because I don’t know where I and Xander ever spoke calmly. Then Xander reached into his jacket and pulled out a document. My body tensed instantly. “No,” I said at once. “Absolutely not.” He arched a brow. “You haven’t even seen it.”