Romance Novels About Doctors Novels & Stories

he added. "What do you mean, doctor?" Clara asked. "Look at me, Clara, am I less handsome than Joe?" he joked, forcing Clara to look at him. Clara remained silent. "I'm a doctor, and I've never been married! My flaw, I just never attended gossip events because I never had a relationship with a model!" he joked. "Does the doctor want to have a relationship with a model, to go viral?" Clara teased. "No! I'm more interested in having a relationship with you!" he replied. Looking at Clara with a warm and deep gaze.

I was still trapped, still at their mercy. "She is ready," the doctor said, his voice cutting through my haze of desire. "You can start having sex with her until she gets pregnant." Romano's eyes lit up, and he moved towards me, his hands grabbing my thighs and spreading them apart. He grabbed my neck and pulled me towards him, his plump lips crashing onto mine. His kiss was rough and possessive, and I could feel my body responding to him despite my hatred. "Please…please don't do this." I muttered against his lips, but my words fell on deaf ears.

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.

Before I could react, his mouth claimed mine, kissing me roughly. I struggled, but it was no use. Desperate, I bit down hard, drawing blood from the corner of his lips. He winced, pulling back and covering his mouth. "So, Hannah, you've got energy to fool around with other men but not enough to give me a second kid? You're the wife of a listed company's chairman; can't you at least act the part? "What's so great about working at that damn hospital every day? I don't get it. Who's really there? Don't think I don't know what's going on. You lady doctors look all prim and proper, but behind the scenes, you're just as wild as anyone else!"

Lucas could only tightly hold Velia's fingers. He remained motionless, staring at her pale face while attentively listening to the doctor's words. “She's just in shock. There's nothing to worry about. Her condition will improve after sufficient rest.” At least there was something to relieve Lucas. The worries and panic that arose from Velia's fainting gradually faded away. “Thank you, Doctor.” The doctor nodded. “Excuse me.” “Let me walk you out,” Vlora said as she accompanied the doctor's departure. They left, leaving Lucas overwhelmed with guilt.

I didn't resist, rather I kissed back, so passionately and his hand began trailing my clothes. The persistent knock on the door stopped us, as he left to open to let the doctor in along with Xylah who frowned. She got to understand what was happening. "I'm sorry I'm disturbed, your majesty," the doctor apologized when he entered. "Don't be, just pray she gets better, or else," Roman threatened as I couldn't help laughing. The doctor began treating me, although his hands were shaking as he once glanced at Roman. Once he began to release the stitch, I couldn't help holding on to Roman hands tightly due to the pain.

"Francis, I'm begging you..." It was as if Francis had only just noticed Nora standing there. He gave her a long, serious look, then said with a hint of uncertainty, "I'm sorry, but my bride is Natalie Stewart. And you are?" Francis had lost it. He had completely forgotten about Nora. Right at that moment, the grand doors of the manor swung open. Doctor Michael Johnson, the one who had declared me dead, strode in with a folder in his hand. He made a beeline for Francis and handed him the folder.

“I’m not putting up an act. I am calling the doctor and he's coming here to help you. End of story!” “It's even a male doctor?” she scoffed. “The heavens forbid it.” “I don't know what exactly it is you have against men, but the doctor is coming,” he insisted stubbornly. “You will not push your doctor on me. I'd much rather take the offer from your lover, than let you bring a male doctor for me. Never!” Her chest heaved in annoyance. The movement distracted him for a second, until her words hit. “My lover? What are you talking about?”

“How did you know? That I was having a PTE episode?” “I’m a medical student.” A long breath leaves him. He turns toward the screen where Jeffery had appeared earlier. “A doctor by day, a romance reader by night.” I blink. “How do you know?” “I picked up the book you dropped the other night.” A pause. His gaze drifts to my hand. “I didn’t know you were married. I wouldn’t have… bothered you.” “I’m not married.” “The tanzanite on your finger says otherwise.”

Vlahdy suddenly asked as she reached the hospital and saw Ralf feeling weak and many things was been connected to his body. "I will go out first," Jets mom who was there at that time suddenly said then she left. "Vlahdy, I want to ask some favor from you. For eight years I become your private doctor after you save me from that accident eight years ago," he stopped talking when Vlahdy suddenly talk. "But you saves me too, you treated my wound in my stomach without asking me where it came from." "Yes, and after treating your wound I never saw you again, till one year had passed and we met again by coincidence. You tell me to become your private doctor and will always be there whenever you get