Novel & Cerita Gyno Stories

But you're the only one dramatic enough to skip work and go to the hospital. Gordon raised his chin smugly as he spoke. It was as if he were doing me a favor just by acknowledging me. Then, he pulled his first love closer and introduced her. "This is my senior, Serena Lawson. She studied abroad and earned both her master's and PhD in one go. People call her a genius in gynecology. She heard you weren't feeling well and graciously offered to give you a quick check-up." I almost laughed out of sheer disbelief at how shameless he was.

At 6:47 a.m., the story was trending on every major outlet in New York, the headline written in bold, damning letters: Renowned OB-GYN Dr. Alaric Stone Accused of Patient Abuse – Multiple Victims Come Forward. It spread fast. The article came from an unknown source. This was all to ruin Alaric. It didn’t name a single patient. It didn’t list dates, records, or formal complaints. Instead, it was on anonymous quotes and loaded phrases:

Gina’s story is not a very common one. She traveled to the big city looking for an opportunity as an actress but was guided by a small opportunity, and she entered the world of pornography. It wasn’t long before she was comfortable with her job. She was exploring their sexuality and enjoying in some way the attention of so many men and women around the world. Gina loved her job.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she could no longer keep them open. When she woke up again, her stomach felt empty. The only thing that had ever given her hope was gone. The effects of the anesthesia were fading, and the sharp pain in her abdomen made even the smallest movement unbearable. Tears streamed down her face. The baby was gone. Her future was completely shattered. Meanwhile, Matteo was at the nightclub he frequented. In a private room, he drowned himself in alcohol, frustration eating away at him. He didn't even remember the last time he had gotten a decent night's sleep.

I clearly saw him write, "Possible pregnancy. Period delayed. No break between relationships and already pregnant with someone else's child." Hold on… Was that even a proper medical note? A beat later, he asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?" It was a standard gynecology question. Any time a patient had period problems, the doctor would ask about it. But before I could speak, my mom jumped in. "Yes, she does! And they're doing great. They're absolutely smitten with each other!" "Have you taken a pregnancy test?" Patrick asked again. "Not yet," my mom answered immediately. "The moment I realized her period was late, I rushed her here. Appointments these days are nearly impossible to get."

Magdalena grunted as pain seared through her lower abdomen. “I was told that there were similar stories to my own and that I shouldn’t suspect someone because of that. The thing is there were details that I kept to myself that no one but me and the people involved could have known about.” Margo said, digging the knife further into her stomach feeling the blood spill out onto her hand.

Sophia Reynolds sat nervously in the waiting room of Dr. Alexander Kane’s private clinic, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. At twenty-eight, she had been married for four years to a kind but sexually distant man. Their intimate life had become routine, almost nonexistent. Sophia had convinced herself that this was normal, that good wives didn’t crave more. But lately, the ache inside her had grown unbearable. She found herself fantasizing about rough hands, filthy words, and being taken without mercy. The guilt ate at her every night.

"Is that so? Then why would you choose to specifically exclude a gynecological examination?" Anya looked intentionally at Jeremy with her pitiful eyes and said aggrievedly, "Because I told the doctor that I got bitten by a venomous snake in the process of saving someone when I was young which caused me to suffer from infertility for a long time, so there's no point in doing a gynecological examination. The doctor was very sympathetic, and he didn't force me either." She was easily able to arouse other people's sympathy and pity when she said that. However, Corinne chuckled. "I just realized that you're a liar who tells lies without even batting an eye!"

I’m watching this sex carnival from the margins. The room is color saturated and molten, light sliding over costumes that gleam like liquid. A woman with orange hair in a beetle-black catsuit is giving head to a guy reclining in an elaborate leather chair raised on chrome scaffolding. His wide-spread legs are hooked over padded arms. His eyes are closed. The chair makes me think of my last gynecological exam. I asked her not to use K-Y because it gives me a yeast infection. She opened a drawer packed with little sachets. “It’s the glycerin,” I said. “Sugar upsets my vagina.” I meant the PH balance, but she understood.

"Some guys picked a fight for me. It wasn't much." Scarlet sighed loudly. "Come here. I'll treat your wounds. Black, can you please get Lilac? She might have gotten lost on the way back. The bathroom's just somewhere to the left from here." "Alright." I replied as I left the two of them alone. Scarlet's changed pretty quickly when she saw Crimson's injuries. They look like a married couple. It's sweet, but I wonder why the two of them broke up. If they're this compatible, then they should've lasted a long time.