Romance Novels With Doctor Heroines Novels & Stories

Fuck the medical code of conduct, fuck her snubbish parents who intends to marry her off to get richer and damn the consequences. As long as she's his, nothing matters. Note: I know what you're thinking - this sounds like dirty, filthy doctor-fantasy smut. And if you're thinking that, the good news is, you're entirely correct . This book is hot and heavy full of i***a-love and lust at it's finest, with a dominant alpha hero completely obsessed with breeding and claiming his untouched heroine. So I know the kind of scene you're about to read in this chapter you only see them in movies or in maybe a pork video. Well I decided to go all in today in writing about it

I drove straight to the hospital, smiling because I am off to a good start. I got to my office, changed and prepared to see my patients. That's when I bumped into two nurses in the hallways. I was going to leave after we apologized to each other but I heard something so I followed them a bit. "Is that her? The one who's dating the handsome doctor?" "Don't say it like that? Don't you know she's the owner of this hospital?" "I heard the doctor is also an heir to a huge fortune. And she has another man in her hands, Damon Montreal."

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.

This is a continuation of the "Sex Doctor (His submissive)" BOOK 2----THE SEX DOCTOR (HIS SUBMISSIVE)18+ (Prologue) I was used by the person I loved so much, I was murdered by my ex boyfriend that I never wanted back, I was raped and humiliated by two men...whom never got punished for their crimes. Everything I wanted in life never came true and do you know why? Because I can never have everything in life but nobody says that I can't have my revenge on people who used me.

I reach the altar, stop just close enough to catch his scent, gunpowder and cologne mixing with the incense, and he leans in slightly, voice a low rumble only for me. "You look like sin wrapped in midnight, Doctor. Fitting for what's coming." His words slide over my skin, flirty but edged with possession, and I can't help the retort that slips out, my voice steadier than I feel. "And you look like the devil himself. Guess we're a match made in hell." He chuckles deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through me, eyes flashing with amusement and something hotter. "Hell's got nothing on what I'll do to you, Elena. But damn, that fire in your eyes? It's gonna make owning you so much sweeter."

Lesly asked out of curiosity. "It's nothing I'm just used to it," he said while giving Lesly some sliced apple. Lesly never asks again the thing is he loves Ranz more than anything else. On the other hand, Waylan keeps researching if there's a vampire who doesn't have the ability to cure their wounds. She remembers the day when Zeal got hit by a bomb and he can't cure his wounds. He's wondering why? She keeps wondering too if the person she saw in the bookstore is lying or not.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

A new, dangerous chapter was about to begin. And somewhere in the city, Nikolai Zhukov raised a glass in silent toast to his newest acquisition. Dr. Alessia Russo was proving to be much more intriguing, and much lovelier, than he had expected when he'd heard that there was a doctor who had reached out to them. He smiled into his glass. The game was just beginning, and he loved a good challenge.

My hand brushed the edge of the tray, but his attention followed the motion-followed my hand, my wrist, the delicate beat beneath my skin. Hunger flickered there again, not only the hunger of a predator but something dangerously close to desire. It startled me, but yet I remained there curious of this fleeting feeling that had shown it's face from the very night we met. He leaned forward, slow, deliberate, until the sheet slipped lower, baring the sculpted planes of his chest from between the shirts that was left open for the conscience of bandaging. My breath caught. Even scarred and stitched, his body was a masterpiece of strength and ruin, every line built for violence.

I instantly knew it was the doctor—He had the access code to the gates, but not the house. “Could you get that?” I asked Nova. “It’s the doctor.” The moment she was gone, I reached for my wife’s face again. Meadow’s eyes fluttered open. “Alaric?” Her voice was a whisper, so calm and tired. “I’m here, baby,” I murmured, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “I’m here.” Her brows creased. “Are you taking me to the hospital? I don’t think I want to go…” she finished with a sniff.