Novel Doctor Stranger Novels & Stories

Not because you are so sure a dreambender was calling you, it was true. Get over him! He was not worth it! She stepped back. This is nonsense. She won't waste her time anymore thinking about that man. "I'm sorry. It was a mistake." "Who are you? Have we met before?" She laughed. "If this is your way of asking for my name, I am sorry. I do not talk to strangers." But you’re talking to a man, a complete stranger in your dream? Beside you is a vampire who is only one minute away from jumping at the man. What’s the difference, Terah?

Hindi ko alam na sila pala iyong kumanta nang stranger. "Ano bang title?" ay letche! "'Yung stranger!" malakas kong sigaw na ikina-lingon saamin ng halos lahat. "Shuta ka! kahiya kang kasama!" nakita kong tumingin siya sa paligid at agad na pinamulahan ng mukha. "Pero gustong-gusto naman akong kasama," mahinang parinig ko sa kaniya. Nakita kong umirap lang siya at hinila na lang ako pataas. Gumagawa kami nang eskandalo dito!

The last thing the pack needs is two wolves fighting and ripping the hospital apart. I breathe a sigh of relief and hear the stranger introduce himself to Alaric and me, “I’m Richard. Sorry we haven’t met yet, I’m a new doctor here at the hospital and was just trying to find my way around. I didn’t mean to interject into your private discussion…” My nose tickles, and I realize it’s the scent coming off of the stranger, Richard. The scent… it’s strange… not bad, but intriguing… like I want to get closer to him.

“Urghh!” I grumbled out of frustration as I watch the tattooed stranger drive out of my street. The jerk made me beg him for sex only to turn me down, apparently he had a child to take care of and couldn’t stay but still didn’t make any attempt to ask for my number or even give his, such a jerk. I hissed and headed inside my tiny apartment, the emptiness welcomed me once again. It’s always been just me ever since Henry got hospitalized, we lived together after my graduation.

I opened the room door which had a big sticker of twenty-nine pasted on it and to my greatest surprise, I saw a guy lying on his stomach, watching a movie or so. It dawned on me that he watching porn when I heard the weird sounds coming from his laptop. He hadn't noticed my presence since he was very engrossed, so I quietly stepped out of the room and let out a big sigh of frustration. So this was my new roommate? Great! Just what I needed!

"A friend. or your downfall? “ The fight went on, but all I could do was think of the stranger's eyes — a web of lies stretching miles longer than I ever would have imagined. And I knew that the truth I had discovered this evening was only the beginning of a darker, more evil story. Who is the mysterious stranger in the courtyard? What is his connection to the secret switch? And how will the fragile alliances of Seraphina, Kristine, and Fabian withstand the storm that is brewing?

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

He turned and stared right into my eyes, but he still pretended not to see me. We’ll focus on finding her relative so we can proceed with the amputation,” the doctor said. Alright. If they are not found, I’m still willing to help in any way I can,” the stranger replied. The doctor nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.” The man moved toward the other end of the hallway without looking back. I stood there, staring after him, my arms folded tightly across my chest. What was that about? I demanded, turning back to the doctor. Why were you both pretending like you couldn’t see me?

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

No husband, no family, no home. No one. The stranger—the man whose name I still didn't even know—was silent too. I knew he'd be staring, arms probably folded.. face contoured in disgust. Minutes passed. Or maybe just seconds. Time felt meaningless when you were drowning in your own despair. Finally, I heard movement. The doctor clearing her throat awkwardly. Then the man's voice, deep and controlled: "Doctor, I'd like to have a word with the patient. Privately." I lowered my hands slightly, peeking through my fingers at them. The doctor looked surprised, glancing between him and me with uncertainty.