Hospital

I die in the corridor of the private hospital my husband established after being forced to give my heart to his true love. Before my death, my six-year-old son tearfully begs him to save me thrice. The first time, he holds my husband's hand and says I'm coughing up blood. My husband sneers. "Looks like she's learned tricks—she knows how to teach children to lie now." Then, he has his bodyguards kick my son out of the ward. The second time, my son grabs his sleeve and says I'm in so much pain that I'm incoherent. My husband frowns. "It's just a heart transplant. The doctor said she won't die." The bodyguards step forward and drag my son out of the ward again. The third time, my son grovels at my husband's feet and grabs his pants, sobbing and saying that I'm already unconscious. My husband is infuriated. He grabs my son by the neck and throws him out of the ward. "I told you Nadia won't die! I'll throw her and you out of the hospital if you come here and disturb Ruby's rest again!" My son gives his most previous item—a guardian angel pendant—to a nurse to save me. The nurse accepts it and arranges for me to be admitted to the last available ward in the hospital. However, Ruby Sharpe has someone stand before it with her pet dog. She says, "Sorry, kiddo. Your father's worried I'll be bored without my dog, so this ward has been set aside for my dog to stay in."

Na véspera do nosso casamento, Leonardo Silva foi brutalmente agredido em um incidente inesperado. Quando cheguei ao hospital, desesperada com a notícia, ele já não me reconhecia mais. Os médicos diagnosticaram uma amnésia temporária causada pelo trauma na cabeça. Então, fiz de tudo. Planejei roteiros. Refiz nossos passos. Levei-o aos lugares que guardavam nossas memórias. Tudo para reacender algo, qualquer coisa. Mas, numa das visitas ao hospital, durante uma simples consulta de retorno, ouvi por acaso uma conversa entre ele e os amigos: — A Sabrina se esforça tanto por você. Isso não te comove? — Perguntou um deles. — Comover? Dá até enjoo. — Respondeu Leonardo, rindo. — Ela só me leva nos mesmos lugares de sempre. Tudo sem graça. As novinhas, sim... Sabem inovar. — E por que ainda vai se casar com ela? Se fosse eu, eu já teria cancelado o noivado e ido aproveitar a vida. Leonardo explodiu: — Cala a boca! Como pode dizer isso? Eu amo a Sabi! Nunca romperia com ela! Eu vou me casar com ela! Só... Talvez com um pequeno adiamento. Naquele momento, olhando o relatório médico perfeitamente normal em minhas mãos, tudo fez sentido. Não há grito que desperte quem escolheu fechar os olhos.

I was the hospital's top surgeon. After three successful surgeries, Medical Affairs decided to reprimand me in front of the whole hospital and canceled my bonus for the month. I argued with the head of Medical Affairs. "I've been working for this place for ten years, and I've always been the first to do everything! I went through five surgeries nonstop last year and had to go through one myself for exhaustion! What did I do to deserve this?" Yes, I was the top surgeon, but the bills were stressing me out, too. My husband had just lost his job, and I had to pay for the car, the mortgage, and our kid's extracurriculars. The burden I had to shoulder wasn't an easy one. So, I was counting on that bonus to get my kid into a basketball club, and now it had been taken away from me. This couldn't be happening! I couldn't believe that they were blaming me for a successful surgery! I was high up in the hierarchy here, so the department head didn't start a fallout right away. Instead, he tried to calm me down. "You drank two bags of IV during the late-night surgery and charged the patients for it. Their family's complaining about unfair fees, and it went viral. We had no choice!" That reminded me. That surgery was a complex one, and it wasn't even supposed to be assigned to me. After all, I'd been working around the operating table for 36 hours prior to that. However, it was the deputy director who came to me and insisted that I take over. I had no choice but to go ahead.

Alessia's world crumbles with a blood cancer diagnosis and a cheating boyfriend. With no funds for treatment, she flees the hospital after getting injected with a stranger's sperm sample. Seeking solace, Alessia starts anew with a new goal. Have the child before she dies. Fate throws her into chaos on her first day at work, she meets her sperm donor – ruthless Billionaire, Axel, who’s hunting the 'thief' who stole his sample. As Alessia navigates cancer, pregnancy, and Axel's wrath, she must confront her darkest fears. Will love triumph, or will their secrets destroy them?… This is a dark romance book with a lot of dark themes and Age gap.

Jackson Wolfe is WoodVille Asylum's most notorious patient with a history of atrocious violence. The doctors and the nurses are aware of Jacks previous history. Jack is the ring leader in the institution. He is also charming, and manipulative. He wants something done, he gets it done. No questions asked. Riley Frazer is the hospital nurse who gets assigned as Jack's nurse. At first Riley is just curious about Jack, but soon curiosity gets the better of her and Jack maybe a bit infatuated with the nurse. And that's when the murders start. Someone is carving up the patients in the asylum. Could it be Jack getting creative? Jack In The Box All Rights Reserved 2018 - 2021 © KittyKash92

I go to my boyfriend after hearing about him flirting with his college senior. On the way there, I get into an accident and suffer from temporary memory loss after a head injury. He hurries to the hospital but points at his stoic dormmate and claims he's my boyfriend instead. He wants to use this to get rid of me. I'm unaware of this, so I hold the handsome dormmate's hand and look at him with bright eyes. "So, you're my boyfriend." Later, I regain my memory but still want to be with the handsome dormmate. I want to sever ties with my boyfriend, but he breaks down.

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This story contains mature themes, including consensual BDSM, power exchange, and adult language. It is intended for mature audiences (18+). Some scenes may be intense or triggering for certain readers. This is a fictional work, not intended to offend or misrepresent any person, culture, or country. Blurb: Freya is a gifted surgeon known and loved by everyone in the hospital where she works. one night, her life is thrown into chaos when two bloodied men, hours apart, crashed into her world, demanding her skills... and both hiding deadly secrets. In a world where everyone plays dirty and secrets, can kill, Freya must choose her heart or avoid both calamity.

Dana Montecarlo woke up from a 5-year coma due to a severe traffic accident. She woke up from her hospital bed, with her loving husband on her side, Garrett Montecarlo. Dana was happy and relieved to know that her husband survived the car crash, and he's alive and well. But there seems to be something different about her husband, especially with his kiss. It wasn't that passionate as it used to be. She's wondering why her husband can't look at her straight in the eye. He's acting aloof and distant towards her, as if they were total strangers. What could've happened to her husband after the car crash?

Nikkie needs to earn at least 70,000 dollars for her mother's medical expenses. She can't get that much money from her part-time job. What kind of job could she get as a high school graduate to earn that much money? As she was crying about her poverty in a corner of the hospital lobby, a couple in their mid-thirties, dressed in fancy clothes, suddenly approached her. "Sorry, we accidentally heard about your predicament. Would you like to help us, and get 70,000 dollars in return?" the woman asked kindly. "What do I have to do? I'll do anything!" said Nikkie excitedly. "Be a surrogate mother for us."

Para sair com a assistente no dia de Natal, meu marido colocou calmantes no leite em pó da nossa filha. Enquanto eu corria aflita para levar Isabela ao hospital com febre alta, acabei vendo, por acaso, Renato subir as escadas com a assistente no colo. — A Camila torceu o pé. Vim acompanhar ela no atendimento! Nossa filha estava sendo operada, e ele sequer olhou para trás. Apertei com força o bilhete premiado de dez milhões de reais no bolso. Já era hora de desistir desse casamento de sete anos.