Stalked By My Doctor Novels & Stories

With that, she walked out of the room. Stella couldn't hold back the urge to laugh, and since she laughed, Victory and I tagged along. The doctor had given me some substance to drink, he also instructed that I should meet him before night so he could check pulse and see if I was okay. While the three of us headed back to the pack house, I noticed a pair of eyes staring at me, like someone was watching me. Stella was talking but for a second, my mind was off what she was saying as my eyes glared around to know who it was staring at me.

“You’re supposed to be on my side.” “I am,” she said cheerfully. “I just also enjoy accuracy.” I sighed and looked back at Stacy. “You’re not my doctor.” “I understand,” he said gently. “Just let me do this part. One time. From here on out, everything is strictly by the book. I promise.” I studied his face. Doctor mode was still there—but it wasn’t sharp or controlling. It was contained. Disciplined. Like he was actively choosing me over instinct. “Okay,” I said finally. “One time.”

the lawyer enthused behind me. "Do it, if you really want the wealth" the doctor said and I sighed. "No one tells me what to fu-king do!" I rapsed at them before turning back to sleeping beauty - Stella. I closed my eyes and opened them remembering the way Tristan beat me up cause of her. "Give her the dose" I breathed. The doctor went to his bag and brought the syringe. He put out Stella's hand before injecting it into her system. I some how...felt happy and glad watching the whole thing enter into her.

"No, to the doctor" "That masked guy is everywhere. It means i am not fully recovered or I am seeing things. Like I am also hearing voices in my sleep. I thought You assured me that I have recovered from the trauma of that accident". Not giving any chance to her doctor to speak, Juliana said. "Juliana! Juliana! Did you ask your colleagues if they were seeing that masked photographer?" Juliana's doctor asked. "That's what the problem is, Dr Linda!. Everybody saw a masked guy dancing with me at my birthday party and everybody saw that masked at the shoot today. He is not my hallucination. Is someone really stalking me?" Juliana asked her doctor.

he asked quietly. I nodded, dazed. Mum looked away. Zed’s gaze flicked to Dad, then back to me. “Let’s go,” he said calmly. Outside the ward, he turned to me. “You’re seeing a doctor. Now. And I’m not taking no for an answer.” The doctor wasn’t our family physician. Relief washed through me. He asked questions. “When was your last period?” I hesitated. “Have you been sexually active?” My cheeks burned instantly.

Then came the appointment. The appointment that changed everything. The doctor looked at us for a long moment. His expression wasn't encouraging. Immediately, my stomach dropped. "Doctor?" He sighed. Then opened the medical file. "Mrs. Blackstone." My heart pounded. "Yes?" The doctor hesitated. As though searching for the right words. Then he finally spoke. "The repeated procedures you underwent years ago have caused severe damage." I froze. David stiffened beside me. The doctor lowered his gaze. Then delivered the sentence that shattered my world.

the doctor said to a scared Mystrel and sour faced me. Mystrel carried me back to his home with the doctor in tow. When we arrived I growled angrily for them all to leave immediately. I was laid in the bed I shared with Mystrel. He undressed my lower region and the doctor looked between my legs. I was feeling so uncomfortable I didn't even flinch when his latex covered fingers spread my lips apart.

Why isn’t there any progress after all these while? As I entered the doctor's office, I was greeted by the kind face of Doctor Stone. He looked up from his desk and smiled warmly when he saw me. “Hello Miss Stacy, I haven’t seen you in a while. Hope you’re well?” He asked in a kind voice. “Yes Doc, I have just been a little busy," I lied subtly. “Alright, it’s a good thing you’re here. I have some news for you, have a seat please,” he said pointing at the chair.

Her words calmed my nerves just a little bit, enough for me to sit without constantly tapping my feet on the ground. About 15 minutes later, the door opened, and the doctors walked out. Three of them went in the opposite direction, while my doctor walked toward me. "Mr. Starkov?" "Doctor, how is she?" I asked, gulping as I awaited his response. "Oh, you have nothing to be worried about. She's fine. She just had a small attack. Can I talk to you privately?" he asked, glancing at Astrid. She nodded with a small smile for me to leave with him, but a glare formed on my face. She had every right to hear whatever he had to say.

Tried to absorb it. But my mind kept drifting. Still stuck somewhere between the house, the headlines, and everything that didn’t feel steady anymore. “She’s doing well,” the doctor added. That word lingered. She. I felt Flavian’s hand brush lightly against mine. Not fully holding it. Just there. “You’re taking care of yourself?” the doctor continued. “I am,” I said. “Try to minimize stress,” she added. I almost laughed. When we stepped out of the room, the silence returned immediately.