The Good Doctor Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Guilia POV: It had been three weeks of making goo-goo eyes at this doctor. I thought doctors were supposed to be hot, but this guy is balding, overbite, glasses. No wonder he worked in a nuthouse. I had to think, Daddy dearest, for my imprisonment here. But I was this close to getting out, and when I did, you better believe that he was going to pay. I batted my lashes at the doctor, and he came running over.

When Candice was seated too, the doctor proceeded with, “All right. So, your test results are out, and I have good news and bad news.” Candice swallowed hard, her eyes on the doctor's nametag. “Doctor Jane,” she looked at the doctor's face, “what's the bad news?” “Please, relax, let's start with the good news first.” Doctor Jane said softly. “Would that be okay?” Yomi nodded nervously. “Yes, ma.”

‘Yes…’ I muttered in my mind, my head unable to turn in just one direction because of where it was turning. ‘Hmmm…’ I close my eyes to feel the sensation that is so delicious. ‘Doc!’ I immediately weakened in what I did, I removed my finger from there and lay down for a while. Damn! I woke up in my bed. Why do I covet that handsome doctor with a big bulge? Maybe… because of his big bulge? Who doesn’t want size! I’m a really bad person, it’s a sin I do! I took the tissue on the table near my bed and cleaned my femininity as well as my fingers.

And he struck the whip once more, and I fled. Doctor Great's POV - I in no way desired her to depart. I had an evil recreation in thoughts for her time with me, something that could go together with along with her head sufficient to make for a respectable slavery inspiration to a masochist of her caliber, however, after I, in the end, reached the stop of our ache recreation together, it sank in actually that I needed to make this good. It appeared an impossibility that I might discover that with how darkish I ran. In torture fueled, rape delusion hellscape, there had been approaches to make it clear to me that I should pass no farther.

“I have an idea. Why don’t you kiss your boyfriend while I’m stitching him up? He’ll barely feel anything. It always works.” Both Thalassa and Clark tensed, exchanging a look before Thalassa quickly clarified, “There’s nothing between us, doctor. We’re just friends.” “Oh,” the doctor looked mortified. “I’m sorry. It’s just that you two looked so good together.” An awkward silence settled over them until Clark spoke to break it, Clark spoke, “You know what, Doc, I’m ready. Just put it in me.” He shut his eyes, as if looking at the needle would discourage him. Relieved, the doctor immediately went to work.

Brings us back to the topic of discussion. Our impending escapade? Your impending death, if this doctor is to be believed. Went from the good doctor to this doctor? He filled my ear with unnecessary chatter and now he has turned messenger. I have a suggestion. You've never requested my permission to do anything so what's keeping you from saying it. Good point. Come, Athena. After that the doctor came back empty handed. Typical of her to keep him in this toes. He leaned back against his writing chair and smiled.

I settled for Boston cream, and Olivia bought the strawberry frosted ones. "Mmm, this is so good," I moaned as I munched on my donut. “So tell me about the doctor. What's he doing wrong? He seems like a nice person. Last year when I caught an STI from Xavier, remember him? The bastard who beat one of our girls up, Doctor George was so kind to patch me up. He's such a sweet guy, I hate to see his heart break,” Olivia reminisced as she chewed. “Yeah, right,” I rolled my eyes. “He's a great doctor, I'm not disputing that. But he sucks in other aspects. He's been trying to force things on me, and the other day, he even proposed to me in public."

Albert started driving and got them into the highway. “This is delicious. Can I have another pack?” the doctor asked Vivian. “Um, sure.” Vivian handed him one and Zander glared at the two of them. “Thank you.” “Why are you talking with that bastard?” “He is talking to me. Wouldn’t it be rude not to respond,” Vivian eyed her husband. He still had a grudge about getting disturbed. “What a well-mannered lady! That’s the young miss for you,” the doctor beamed. He had removed his cap so she could see his face more clearly. He looked like a superstar and his eyeglasses suited him well. He was one hot doctor.

he asked me which made me smile sweetly. "I'm feeling good! I'm excited to see my baby again," I promised him. ""That's good, by the way, where's Prince Tristan and — Oh! There they are! I thought they're not coming." "Good morning, Doc!" they greeted Doctora at the same time. She smiled fondly at them. I just rolled my eyes. Doctora is tripping these men. That's why the Doctor always gets excited when I have a schedule with him because of them. The kamandang of these curls is also different.

Aragorn's fire with ice-flecked eyes came to the surface and was on full display as he leveled a lethal gaze upon the Doc. The Doctor finally blurts out, "it... it's th... th the g girl, it's because of the girl." He desperately clutches my hand encircling his neck again, grabbing at my fingers. I loosen my grip slightly. "What is because of the girl?" Zayne questioned. He cleared his throat or at least tried to, but Zayne's fingers wouldn't allow it, "I d... donn't kn... n know," he stuttered. "Who is calling the shots?"