Clark Hospital

"Tell me, Mr Blue. Was it worth it? Is it worth it? Will it be worth it?" It wasn't and it never will be. Not in Erin's eyes tinted blue. Not in the eyes of the hopeless young man doomed to the clutches of fate; doomed to eternal pain. Did beauty lie between the cracks of fate? Does the Moon know of the Sun who died every night to let the Moon breathe? Erin, a poor, hospital bound boy just wants to be like everyone else, to love someone. Every day, he escapes to the virtual world with his wings of freedom, creating his own reality where things goes the way he wants. That world gave him a real, painless body, with infinite possibilities. Life got that much harder when, Uriel, a rich boy enters this realm and steals Erin’s world. The man who says the ugliest of words with the smoothest of tones. Does he help Erin, or dig him deeper? OR Erin wanted love and got pain instead. Things changed, and so did Uriel. INCLUDES: futuristic virtual reality, Persian mythology (minor), romance, sci-fi, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, rich/poor dynamic, mythology, distance, cold families, battles, quests, stars and moon metaphor. WARNING: includes mentions of depression, swearing, and sexually explicit content.

Zachary Quinn suddenly develops a fondness for going to a massage parlor after I'm discharged from the hospital—I was in an accident. He excitedly tells me that the masseuse there has the best skills he's ever experienced. "They even have free food and fruits! I bring my laptop there with me to work when I get tired at the office." I don't know why he's telling me these things. He knows my father got caught cheating at a massage parlor. I hate those places. It's only later that I learn the relaxation he describes isn't what I imagined. He's long since gone bad in places that I can't see.

Excerpt from the story He towered over her as she laid on a hospital bed, head wrapped up in gauze, struggling to keep her eyes open. "You ran me over, didn't you?" She exhaled shakily, her bright eyes pinned on him, tears threatening to fall. The man who was roughly 6'5 inches, had an ominous cheekbone which drew back into a taunting smile, his eyes gleamed with hatred as he said, "As your husband, it's your duty to be submissive to me. And the next time you ever think of running, I'll do much worse." He's a billionaire with a heart as cold as ice and a sadistic streak that sends shivers down the spine of anyone who crosses his path. His one and only desire? To torture Taylor Fairchild in every way possible. What's his reason for such cruelty? His deep seated hatred for Taylor's father, an event Taylor knew nothing of. What happens when he realizes he had fallen for her unconsciously and there's no longer any likeness for him in her heart? In fact, she'd rather die than be with him! In this steamy and suspenseful romance novel, you'll be left on the edge of your seat, wondering what fate has in store for Taylor Fairchild and Andrew Radford.

Anastasia Miracle, famously known as Stacy Miracle, is a very popular actress. She can buy anything with the money that she earned through hard work. She believes she already has everything she wants; She does not believe in love because of the trauma she received from her father. She believes love is just a feeling that is temporary. She thinks she can find love in other things besides men. However, everything changed when he met Antoine Laurent Williams. Antoine is a billionaire who owns a luxurious perfumery business. Unconsciously, Stacy falls in love with the arrogant businessman but she is oblivious about it. While on the process of recognizing love with Antoine, Clark Paterson, a co-actor and a friend confessed his love towards Anastasia. For someone who don't believe in love, everything just seems to be so confusing to her. Will Anastasia be open with the idea of love? If she does, who will she choose? Antoine who showed her the true meaning of love? Or Clark who was just waiting and secretly loved her for so long?

My husband's childhood sweetheart needed surgery, and he insisted that I be the one to operate on her. I followed every medical protocol, doing everything I could to save her. However, after she was discharged, she accused me of medical malpractice and claimed I’d left her permanently disabled. I turned to my husband, hoping he’d speak up for me, but he curtly said, “I told you not to act recklessly. Now look what’s happened.” To my shock, the hospital surveillance footage also showed that I hadn’t followed the correct surgical procedure. I couldn’t defend myself. In the end, I was stabbed to death by her super-alpha husband. Even as I died, I still couldn’t understand—how did the footage show my surgical steps were wrong? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Joanna was admitted for testing.

'What the hell? Where am I? Why can't I move my body?' The last thing she remember was wearing a blue gown to attend her brother's wedding. But why the hell she's in the hospital room? Who are these people calling her in a different name? Where was her family? Wait, who's that strange girl staring at her? "I am leaving. I can't live in this cruel world anymore" "Wait, who are you? Why am I here?" "I am sorry Catherine Davison. Here after you have to live as Katherine Flynn" With that she disappeared as smoke. What did she mean by that ‘I have to live as a Katherine Flynn?’ Catherine Davison life was totally changed upside down. It's true, it’s totally changed upside down.

When I was struck by a stomach illness, my boyfriend, Charles Fischer, was busy blowing out birthday candles with his assistant, Beverly Wagner. I lay there in excruciating pain, but he didn't even glance at me. Instead, he affectionately stroked her nose.  “Bev is a year older! Make a wish, birthday girl!” Later, after I had fainted and was rushed to the hospital, I called Charles, only for him to ignore me.  Meanwhile, Beverly posted a photo on Instagram. Gifts filled the screen, with the caption, [Yay! Charles is the best ever! Charles and Bev, together forever!] When I confronted him, Charles didn’t care at all. "It's Bev’s birthday. Were you expecting me not to spend it with her? If you can't handle it, we're done!" This was the umpteenth time he'd threatened to break up with me, always confident that I wouldn't dare to leave him.  Not this time.

The day before my wedding, my daughter and I got into a car accident. My daughter died instantly, and I was left with broken legs, condemned to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. When Spencer Ford found out, he rushed us to the hospital, his actions frantic, almost out of control. In the midst of my pain, I overheard a conversation between Spencer and his assistant. "The car's been disposed of. Lorelei will never find out that we tampered with it. But I'm compelled to ask… Rowena was your own daughter. Was it really worth it, losing her for Melanie? "When Rowena was dying, she was calling for you to save her… I could hardly bring myself to do it." Spencer remained silent for a long time, the tension in the air thick. Then he slowly exhaled a plume of smoke. "Melanie's pregnant. I won't let anyone compete with her child for the inheritance. And all of this is Lorelei's fault. She brought it on herself."

My son, Tyler, never really had his dad around growing up. Because my husband, Ethan, was a top doctor, always working late. He pulled countless patients back from the brink of death, but he misdiagnosed his own son's pneumonia as a simple cold. All because he was on the phone with his first love, Isabella, while he was supposed to be listening to Tyler's chest. That night, when Tyler's life was on the line, Ethan claimed he was in a critical surgery and hung up on me ten times. I rushed our son to the hospital, only to find out my husband was at a birthday party for Isabella and her daughter. In the dead of night, Isabella posted a photo of the three of them on Instagram. At the same time, my son, Tyler, died in the very hospital where his father worked. The next day, I held a funeral for my son all alone. Three days later, I boarded a plane out of Seattle, clutching a photo of my son. It was only then that my husband, Ethan, found out Tyler was dead, started searching for me like a madman.

The last thing Olivia Smith ever wanted was to become a hotel cleaner, She is a 23-year-old workaholic woman who had thrived very hard to care for her mother who was diagnosed with a terrible illness that has kept her in and out of the hospital for years. Olivia least expected to bump into Nathan White her high school bully who is now a business tycoon known around the states and the CEO of the hotel she's currently working at. Despite meeting after five years, He had not changed a bit, He is still the narcissistic jerk she had always known and always ready to diminish her at every given opportunity. In other to save her reputation and self-esteem from being ridiculed by Nathan. Olivia is forced to lie about her current status portraying herself as a businesswoman. Although her charade won't take long before it's discovered. Olivia's cooking skills got her a job as a chef at the White's mansion bringing her and Nathan closer. The war between them continues as the days go by. Nathan finds it interesting to make her life a living hell. Trust me, This must be where the fun stuff happens.