Stempel Dokter Novels & Stories

the doctor says, looking back at Arthur. "He's Arthur Sterling, Doctor," the first nurse said. The doctor cocked his eyebrow, giving her the 'of course I know he's my patient’. "Like Sterling of Sterling Global Companies," she explained further, and his eyes widened into saucers. "Oh!...I'm…" He cut his words off and swallowed a little embarrassed. "If that's the case, young lady, I think I need to be talking to a closer family member who knows of his condition, I'm so sorry I may have revealed confidential information," he said, looking troubled all of a sudden.

I needed… me back. *** The next day, I found myself standing outside a small, discreet clinic tucked between two apartment buildings downtown. A white sign read: “Dr. Adrian Cole — Specialist in Women’s Health & Confidence.” My hands shook as I pushed the door open. The faint scent of vanilla and antiseptic hit me immediately, tangling with the memory of Ethan’s cologne, the lipstick, the betrayal. My stomach twisted. “Can I help you?” a receptionist asked, smiling warmly. “Yes… I have an appointment with Dr. Cole,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

April “Ms. Angel, my name is Doctor Koppler. I’m the head physician of the pack hospital. I will be leading the testing because of your amazing skill at curing even the complicated disease of the Beta Female if you are okay with it.” I cringe as I’m still not used to being the false surname we gave them. “Please, call me April, and yes, I’m okay with that,” I say with a smile as the doctor sits down on a round chair with wheels.

But he has started to make women interested in his look. "Maybe you are suffering from dehydration," the doctor answered while swallowing his saliva. Vincent nodded slowly and thought a little. You can check with my colleagues. I'll refer you to Doctor Bill Fordham if you don't mind." The doctor asked again about Vincent's willingness. Vincent smiled, then nodded. "Sure Doctor..." "Stevani, just call me Stevani," interrupted the beautiful doctor. Vincent widened his deadly smile again and nodded.

He looked between Stanley and Chris, completely ignoring the dangerous aura vibrating between them. Excuse me, gentlemen," the doctor said, his voice clipped and professional. "I need to confirm the patient's records. Who is recorded as the primary healthcare proxy or emergency contact? We have a pending treatment layout for the concussion, but because she could slip in and out until she’s fully recovered, I need a verified local custodian to sign off on her immediate release and discharge papers. Chris immediately stepped forward, his eyes flashing. "I am her legal counsel-” "No, you’re not," Stanley’s commanding voice suddenly boomed. He didn't even look back at Chris. Instead, he calmly r

I shut the door behind us. "My lovely wife, Raina...Raina this is Doctor Steve, he is a neurosurgeon and he is Dr. John, the dermatologist, and Dr. Riyaz, a neurosurgeon." I shake my hands with all the doctors and smiled politely at them. None of them look much old, maybe they are in their late 30s or in their early 40s. "You are very pretty, Raina". Dr. Riyaz the man of color said.

“I’ve been waiting for my turn, Intern. I want to taste what Doc has given you.” Dr. Sterling gestured to the door, where three more male doctors were standing, watching us with hard expressions and even harder cocks. One was stroking himself, his eyes scanning my naked, ruined body. “The staff meeting has just begun, cara,” he said with a low chuckle. “There are more people waiting for their turn,” Sterling said with a wicked smile on his face. “The night is still young, baby. You wanted to be at the best hospital in the world, didn’t you? Well, here we are.”

he was wrong. We were only fake couples... But how could I let him understand that? The room thickened with tension as the omega doctor talked alone. He didn't seem to pay attention to our unusual quietness. "Now, I will be taking my leave. You can get discharged when you are done with this trip." He announced and dropped the injections he was holding, seemingly ready to leave. It was at this moment that Sterly cleared his throat. "Doctor," He called. The doctor turned around and looked at him with a raised brow. "What is it?" His tone wasn't as warm as when he was speaking to me.

“Yes, sir.” Moments later, the doctor walked into the room. It was an elderly man with white hair and wrinkles all over his face. He appeared to be in his eighties. Whenever the doctor opened his mouth, they could smell a terrible odor. Was that person really a doctor? All the servants avoided the old doctor and did not want to be near him. The old doctor approached him and said in his rough, ancient voice, “Mr. Gomez, I’m Pyre Hermes, the doctor you appointed.”

I wasn’t sure if I would ever use them, but I learned them anyway. “Ms. Torres, you can go in now.” The receptionist called from behind her desk. I’d been sitting down for so long, I felt like a twisted pretzel as I stood up. I grunted under my breath as I made my way into the doctor’s room, finding a tiny woman with thick spectacles and a stethoscope around her neck inspecting the form I filled in when I got here. “Ms. Torres,” The doctor - whose name plate on the table read “Doctor Gemma Lee” - lifted her spectacles off her face and motioned towards the bed, “Your first time here?”