Dottore X Scaramouche Novels & Stories

My hand dropped from his face and I turned to leave then the door opened. A younger, handsome doctor entered the room. My eyes stayed fixed on him, my heart beating as I watched him adjust his glasses. Then he cleared his throat, breaking my out of my trance. “Hi, I'm Doctor Xavier.” His name sounded familiar. He extended his hand for a handshake and I paused, looking at him from head to toe. The hair was the same, the face structure, the voice and… Oh my God, they had the same eyes.

“Whatever happens… Whomever you’re about to see, stay strong! Keep you cool! Do your job and walk away.” Stopping the Discovery, Veronica opened the door and started to get out. Let the games begin! Don’t back down now! They met on the paved portico. Sasha opened the massive front door just as Veronica mounted the last step. She stopped the minute she saw him and gave him a quick glimpse. Her stomach did some flip-flops but she managed to keep her composure. He hadn’t changed, but then why should he have? Sasha still looked exactly the same. Tall, broad-shouldered, with the smooth warm skin of a countryman, his jeans were clinging softly to the taut muscles of his long legs.

he growls. “Doc?” I ask, confused. His face turns bright red with rage. “Damon. He’s been cheating on her.” “I think you mean Alpha, Doc...” “He’s no Alpha,” he snarls. I look around the waiting room, concerned that someone will hear him. When I return my gaze to him, the Doc has unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the crescent moon marking on his chest. I stand there gawking at it, my mouth open in shock.

He looked at the both of us. "What happened?" His gaze then landed on my scratched elbow. "Oh!! Are you alright? Let me treat you" I was about to speak when all of a sudden... "You'll treat her?" I snapped my head to the left only to see Xavier glaring him furiously. His face was dark and his eyes were full of anger. He was throwing daggers at the poor doctor who was looking at him in shock and fear. Xavier didn't say anything further but kept glaring at him fiercely. The doctor stood there confounded but then slowly made his way towards the exit as he didn't want to face his wrath. Well, everyone in the campus was aware about Xavier's temper issues so they always used to skirt around.

Selah let out a soft, breathless laugh, her cheeks flushing a beautiful, healthy pink as Damaris lifted her hand to the light. "Oh my god," Damaris squealed, her usual professional composure completely evaporating. "Selah! It’s stunning. It’s... it’s so you. Look at the raw cut! Who did this?" She whipped her head around, her sharp eyes pointing directly at Xavier, who was standing near the bar. "Xavier, tell me you didn't just buy this off a rack. This is custom." Xavier didn't answer immediately. He slowly raised his glass of scotch to his lips, a slow, incredibly proud, and possessive smirk spreading across his rugged face.

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?” Roth’s wit made Tristan chuckle - he did not enjoy the rest of the days as much as he enjoyed Fridays. He liked Roth in the booth. Roth was a whole different person in the booth. His masked identity behind the sex doctor allowed him to be completely reckless and open with his remarks.

As if struck by a sudden stroke of genius, the flight attendant scrambled on her hands and knees toward a foreign doctor standing nearby. "This is Dr. Reuben Smith, one of the top specialists in Scallow City! With how advanced modern medicine is, what illness can't be cured?" "Diana is nothing but a quack—waving around a few packets of herbs and pretending to be some kind of miracle doctor. She's just trying to scam you out of your money!"

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

The moment she mentioned the name, Lily couldn’t help but to feel intrigued–after all, she was a self-proclaimed number one shipper of this great doctor and that mafia boss! “You sound so happy. What is it, Mi amore?” Primo asked with a smile as he raised his legs on the free space of the sofa with his computer on his lap. He tucked his phone between his ear and shoulder, so he could use both of his hands typing on the keyboard.

He growls and points his finger at me. “Maybe you should follow that example and not let your “brothers” fuck me then!” I make quotation marks with the word brothers. “As long as you let them rape me you wont be the only cock I get!” I scream. My chest is heaving with anger and shame and I feel tears gathering in my eyes. A sob breaks out of me and the tears start to fall. “Fuck you Alessio!” I scream and then try to sidestep him to rush out of the room. He grabs my arm to hold me and sends a nod at both Pierto and the frightened Dr. Davies. Dr. Davies practically runs out of the room while Pierto strolls behind him with his head respectfully bowed.