Superhero Therapist Novels & Stories

"You're finally here, Ginny. There's one client who's been waiting for you for ages," Luke Smith said. I'd just arrived at the store when he—the store manager—pulled me aside. "One of the clients came and specifically requested for your services. He's already waiting in the private room." He looked around, then whispered, "He brought some tools with him. I think… You should probably watch out for him. Keep yourself safe." I, Ginny Vine, was surprised to hear that. I was a love therapist, and what I mainly did was allow clients to experience what it felt like to be in love by interacting with them. Certain physical contact wasn't explicitly mentioned but was expected.

I want to hold him close and keep him safe until all this craziness blows over. But I'm having trouble reading him. His actions are contradictory – he's hot and cold, distant and intimate. I don't know how to respond or what he's trying to communicate… “I'm serious, Andrei, therapy could be a game-changer. Let's find someone awesome, like a CBT therapist or something. And just take it one session at a time.” “You think I'm crazy? Fine. But I won't play into their hands by seeking help. That's just a trap, another way for them to label me as unstable, to discredit me.”

he tells me and I nod. I've been going to therapy with Orion. Well I've been to most of my appointments. Sometimes I just really don't want to go and talk to him. He keeps asking about my suicidal thoughts and I have to lie and say I'm better so he doesn't put me in a mental hospital "for my own protection" like he threatened.

Sofia said " Hey, what's up? What should I skip?" Levio asked confused " Close it or I'm going." I threaten Sofia and David's sight glaring at me " I met that Therapist for you guys and you won't guess who." I said " Wait, you went to see a therapist as we wanted?" Sofia asked " Ohh, that's nice of you." Levio added " Ohh, guys come on. Who?" David said, rolling his eyes " Matilda Rivera." I said

Asher says as he glares at Axel. “Says the man who is about to viciously torture men. Isn’t that bad for your mental health too?” I clap back, making him look at me with surprise. I don’t know what’s up with me but I am not scared of Asher anymore. Axel won’t let him hurt me. I was sure of that. “No, that’s therapeutic for me. No therapist can beat this.” He says confidently, making me shake my head. He can’t be serious, right? For some reason, I know he is being serious.

The therapist's name was Dr Sophie and she had an office on the second floor of a building near the park that smelled like wood polish and old paper. Damian had been coming for five weeks. He had started because Marcus had said you should talk to someone and he had said I am talking to you and Marcus had said someone who is not me and he had made the appointment the following morning because he had learned that Marcus was usually right and because he had also learned that the particular resistance he felt toward a suggestion was sometimes proportional to how much he needed to take it.

"You're all in, aren't you? Even if you're not ready to admit it." "Maybe," I admitted. "But Aria, you're right about therapy. We can't do this alone. I can't carry all this hurt and anger by myself, and Jeremy can't carry all his guilt. We need help." "Good." She stood, gathering her things. "I'll text you some names. Dr. Sarah Chen specializes in mate bond trauma. She's expensive but supposedly excellent." "Mate bond trauma is a specialty?"

TARA “It’s okay, Tara. I’m Doctor Jameel Johnson. You can call me Dr. Jameel. We can start with something light. Why do you think you need to see a therapist, Tara?” he asked. A black psychologist in his fifties had been Mad’s therapist since losing his sister. “You can tell him everything.” Mad slightly squeezed my hand. “But if you’re not ready, you can listen to us, or we can come back some other time.”

Marcus hid a smile. Asher fell back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling. “I hate this.” Rory folded his arms. “Hate what?” “These episodes,” Asher muttered. “These nightmares. This… weakness.” Ava’s eyes flashed. “Watch your mouth. Trauma ain’t weakness.” He clenched his jaw. “It sure feels like it.” Marcus spoke up quietly. “Have you ever talked to someone? A professional? About your time in service?” Asher gave him a withering look. “You my therapist now too?”

Finding the right therapist takes three tries. The first one is recommended by Diana. Dr. Sarah Mitchell specializes in trauma from public scandals and career setbacks. She sits in a pristine office with motivational posters on the walls and talks about rebuilding self-esteem after public humiliation. Elara leaves after twenty minutes. This woman cannot help her. The second therapist is one Kieran finds through his business connections. Dr. Robert Chen focuses on high-stress careers and adjustment disorders. He wants to talk about managing the pressure of being married to a powerful man. About coping with the Vaughn family expectations.