Fanfiction Doctor Who Novels & Stories

He even had an athletic body that was the dream of many men. So, how could he be suffering from an illness? Ethan didn't believe it. "My illness cannot be seen from the outside, Sir. There are many problems in my body, and only with the power of the dragon energy that you possess can I be cured," Xavier said patiently. "And how can I do that? I'm not a doctor. I'm just an ordinary servant, Sir," Ethan said, increasingly puzzled. "Sir, you-" "Since we're at the hospital, how about you find the best doctor here?" Ethan suggested.

“Please, doctor. I beg you. I don’t have anyone. My only wish was to go far away from these werewolves and Lycans’ colonies and live with humans. I wish I could work like them. Maybe get married to one of them and have his babies. I don’t have any hopes of having that life ever. All I can think of is … sui*cide.” The poor doctor gulped hard, his eyes darting between me and the paper. I kept writing, “So, do you have anything… like. Some pill or some poisonous syrup or any kind of herb…” The doctor rolled his eyes and left the chair abruptly. “Enough, Rayna! Lie back! Get some sleep.” He wanted to take the pad from my hands, but I pulled my hand away, “That’s what I have been doing, doctor.”

‘Yes…’ I muttered in my mind, my head unable to turn in just one direction because of where it was turning. ‘Hmmm…’ I close my eyes to feel the sensation that is so delicious. ‘Doc!’ I immediately weakened in what I did, I removed my finger from there and lay down for a while. Damn! I woke up in my bed. Why do I covet that handsome doctor with a big bulge? Maybe… because of his big bulge? Who doesn’t want size! I’m a really bad person, it’s a sin I do! I took the tissue on the table near my bed and cleaned my femininity as well as my fingers.

"Oh God W-warren, D-dionne! The Doctor is doing CPR now—" I didn't finish what Linux was saying because I ran to my Beloved's room in a panic, the Doctor said he's doing CPR. No, he can't die! I cried while running, A Mafia boss crying.

"I've contacted a friend to ask for help from a famous doctor. I don't need Sebastian. Me? Beg him? Dream on!" "Famous doctor? Who?" Whitney asked in confusion. Shannon crossed her arms and raised her chin proudly. "Dr. Jay Sherlot from Uruxand! I heard that he's only in his 30s, and he's well-known globally. He has published many journals internationally and is a popular doctor in many medical institutions. There's nobody Jay can't cure in Uruxand." Whitney's face changed, as she had heard about Jay Sherlot before. He was indeed a famous doctor and had made significant contributions to the medical field.

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.

'I didn't take the money, ' the Doctor said. 'But nor did I report it. I told myself I was going to report it after I had gotten somewhere safe and then somewhere safe was somewhere safer and the call never happened.' He looked at his desk. 'I have been a coward for four years. I want you to know that I know that.' 18the man who came to you, " she said, "tell me exactly about him.

"You didn't even witness any of these first hand, even though you were home." She recoiled, stumbling back until she bumped into the chair behind her. "The Doctor did not examine me. I was brought into the room by your husband and the so-called Doctor told me not to be afraid, that I'll be fine. I sat there with him for a while and then he left. Then he lied about his findings even when he didn't as much as examine me." "How would I know that?" She whispered, her eyes going strikingly pale.

How dare a mere Pack’s Doctor touch my possession! Caught up with madness, I barged inside, and the door broke. The Doctor turned towards me to offer a salutation. However, my impulsive action rendered his gesture futile as I swiftly lunged toward him and seized his collar in an upward motion. My arm was now covered in fur, and my claws had become sharpened. With great force, I grasped his neck and tightened my grip. Using significant force, I forcefully pressed him against the wall with my hand, constricting his neck. Despite this, upon examining his countenance, he appeared to flinch noiselessly as if he was not experiencing any discomfort.

Let him remind me with his hands and his words that my body was not something to be ashamed of. But even in his arms, the fear lingered. Ryan was still out there. Sophia was still plotting. Richard Black was still pulling strings. And the threats were getting closer every single day. I closed my eyes and held onto Ethan tighter, wondering how much longer we could keep fighting before something finally broke us. [If you’re enjoying The Doctor’s Voluptuous Patient so far, please drop a comment and hit thumbs up! It really helps me know and keeps me motivated. ❤️ Thank you!]