Hot Doctor Novels & Stories

He stood from his chair and walked toward the window, hands tucked into his pockets. “You’ll be visiting my wife today.” Straight to the point. No hesitation. I swallowed. “Where?” “At the penthouse.” Of course. A billionaire’s wife wouldn’t just live anywhere. “You will observe her condition. Make sure she takes her medication. Stay for at least an hour.” Medication? “What condition does she—” He turned slowly. And I immediately shut up. “I didn’t ask you to question me, Venice.” Right. Rule number two. Don’t interfere with things he never asked me to manage.

I asked softly. "The health center is closed during staff meetings unless it's an emergency serious enough for hospital transfer." His eyes flicked briefly toward my face. "You need ice for the swelling and something to clean your lip." "Oh." Brilliant answer, Ariana. He waited patiently. Eventually I placed my hand in his. My heart immediately betrayed me. His hand was warm. Why was I noticing that? Why was I noticing anything right now? I had almost— No. Don't think about that.

The man said cooly. "I just said I can help you. That's if you let me." "You aren't even a doctor by profession. See ma, this is not a club where women hook up with men and vice versa. This is a very serious company and if my bosses sees me having an unnecessary conversation, I'm getting fired." He said as politely as he could. Natasha felt slightly insulted. This man thought she's flirting with him, huh? "By the ways, I'm a doctor myself so trust me when I say my condition has no permanent cure. Will you excuse me, please?" One could tell the man is frustrated yet didn't want to walk away from her in a way that will look rude.

“We got a new patient yesterday. I swear on my life, I’ve never seen a guy that hot. He was smoking! And he seemed rich too—he had a private ward and everything.” “Why was Mr. Hot Stuff at the hospital?” “I don’t know much, but I heard he got shot with silver. He came to get the bullets out. Don’t know why he didn’t stay, though. His injury clearly wasn’t healed. He said he’d come back today and insisted on having the best doctor. Clint and Eva are out of town, so it’s just you and Charles. But Charles was on duty yesterday, and the guy refused to be seen by him. He insisted on having you. I guess he’s just looking for a hot chick to check him out. God, what I’d do to be in your position.”

I hiccup on the last word. A ripple of laughter goes round; he doesn’t laugh. He puffs his chest like a rooster who owns the joint. “You better watch your mouth.” “Oh, I am watching it,” I say sweetly, pointing at my lips. “It’s saying, ‘Go to hell.’” That pushes him over. He stands, looming. “You got a death wish, lady?” “Buddy,” I slur, smirking, “I’m a doctor. I can pronounce myself dead if it comes to that.”

he told her. "Yes Sir," she replied, obeying him. "Your name is Todd, is that correct?" he asked the young man. "Yes Sir," he replied breathlessly. He was staring at Sarah, his cock growing hard in his pants. "Sarah here is my sex slave. She will do whatever I command her to do. Do you think she's sexy?" he asked. "Hot damn, yes, she's sexy," Todd replied. "Would you like to fuck her?" the voice from the phone asked.

“Look, this is Madrid. You’re single, right? You need a palate cleanser. Something to remind you that men aren’t all lying, unfaithful pieces of trash.” ‎She leaned forward. “Especially since you’re going to be working at the Hospital del Sol. That place is crawling with hot doctors. Not my dad, obviously, but his colleagues? Total fire. If you meet a doctor who makes your pulse jump, you are to flirt, Ari. Full stop. No more stiff cardigans or stiff apologies.” ‎ ‎“Fine,” I said, the word coming out husky. The challenge was tempting, but the memory that surfaced wasn’t the idea of a "nice doctor." It was the encounter at the airport.

Dia bertanya dengan sopan. "Ikut antrean aja," jawab si dokter. "Tapi maksa, Dok. Katanya udah gak kuat." "Keluhannya apa?" lanjut si dokter. "Asam lambung." "Suruh tunggu sebentar. Saya periksa Ibu ini dulu. Mau dirawat inap setelah ini," kata dokter itu tegas. "Baik, saya sampaikan." Perawat itu keluar untuk mendatangi Nadine yang sedang duduk di sebelah seorang bapak tua yang sedari tadi tersenyum senang melihat wajahnya.

She asked, I don't know why she seemed so excited for no reason. "Nothing mom nothing" I was already bored with the conversation. "If nothing, why is your face having a sunburn reaction huh?" She asked after scrutinizing me. I went to the mirror as fast as I could and stared at my skin for a while. It's true my face is so red like it just came out of the oven. She continued, "Do you need to see a doctor? Because your face is red to and even beyond the roots of your hair" Ugh, I hate it when she teases me

So good. "Look at me, Lizzie," he commanded. She opened her eyes and looked into his chocolate brown ones, the amber sparkling in the glow from the fire. With the lock of hair falling over his forehead as it usually did and the strong line of his jaw, she thought he looked like Chad Hallowell, star of the new television show, For the Prosecution. Since the show debuted she'd had a major crush on the man. Once she even told Matt the reason she loved him was because he looked so much like the television star. Hallowell lived in San Antonio, in ritzy Alamo Heights. She had actually met him when the caterer she worked for during her vacations did a party for him and his wife, and nearly embarras