Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor Complete Novels & Stories

Full lips and even her hair was neat around her head like she was prepared for this moment. It almost felt wrong how perfect she looked. “Now,” I whispered. And Echo didn’t walk ... she screamed. Then she got yanked into the body like gravity finally remembered she existed. Her ghost form vanished and slammed into the body so hard the air around us seemed to ripple. The doctor turned. “Sir, you can’t be in here.” Not now, please. “We... I...” I stuttered. “Are you family of the deceased?” he asked. “Yes,” I blurted without thinking.

When Natasha got in, her heart hurt, seeing her daughter lay on the bed weakly. "Mr. Dmitry, this is Doctor. Natasha, she was sent from our Legendary miracle doctor all the way from the West. I believe she can deliver, "Gem said. "This Legendary miracle Doctor of the West, how can I get to see her? I'll pay any amount to meet her," Dmitry said. "I already told you before, Mr. Dmitry. The Legendary miracle Doctor is overbooked in the west. She barely has the time to breathe. I'm afraid you may not be able to see him."

More so because Liam was showcasing the legendary Thirteen Ghost Needles, a technique spoken of only in myths. Even if the Medical Guild had never lost their complete records, they probably still would not have been able to perform the Thirteen Ghost Needles. That was because only the legend of the technique was known, while the actual method remained a mystery. It was their familiarity with the legend that allowed them to recognize Liam's technique. Scott and Otto finally understood the shock that had overwhelmed Qassim the first time he saw it. "The Ghost Gate's… Thirteen Ghost Needles?" Qassim stood at the back, utterly dumbfounded. Despite having witnessed Liam's unbelievable feats befor

With a shaky uncontrolled motion, he starts pouring the whiskey into a glass, looking up to me as he downs the shot in one. “Doctor, I need you to focus.” I growl out in warning. “I am, but I need some courage…” “Enough!” I roar out, my patience wearing thin. “You better start talking or so help me Goddess I…” An ominous sensation washes over me, one similar to dread. Something has changed about the doctor, his eyes that held fear for my actions now hold fear for his life as he grips onto his throat. “Doctor Bind?” “I…I…help me…” He gasps out just as he collapses over his desk.

He was splayed half-naked on the table, his glasses blurred, his body bluish-pale, with the morgue tag swaying on his feet like a death stamp. Black fire brimmed in Ghost’s chest, the memories haunting like the grim reaper. This wasn’t part of the plan. Ghost shouldn’t be doing this, because he had a link to Black Day. But Ghost needed a bait, someone to fan the flames. And when the time comes, Ghost’d burn them all. “Core’s temperature stabilized at thirty-two point seven,” the lead physician murmured. “We’re good to start the reversal.” Ghost snatched the tag from his feet before ordering. “Start the awakening process.”

He said that made us laugh. As soon as I started seeing Doc Demion, I felt at ease with him. In fact, Stephanie will be lucky because the Doctor with her is a total package. Professional, handsome, thoughtful, intelligent and most of all kind. Doc Emman is also kind, just not often. I cleared my throat then spoke, “S-so, Demion. Why are you still awake?" I asked him. He is supposed to be sleeping. It was still early for us to go to sampaguita street to start the medical mission.

The sharp heat of his cologne washed over her as he stopped mere inches from her bandaged shoulder. "Show me a ghost." "Patient Four Oh Nine B," Isabella instructed, tapping the screen to filter the surgical databases. "Admitted three weeks ago for a routine gallbladder removal. The patient supposedly suffered a massive, fatal cardiac arrest right on the operating table." A sharp, vibrating buzz rattled from inside the heavy oak drawer of the desk. Diego didn't flinch. He reached down with his uninjured hand, slid the drawer open, and pulled out a small secondary burner phone.

“After that, Mercy refused to pay me. She abandoned me like I was trash. Then she hired someone else. Someone worse. Someone I hope you never meet.” I looked back at him. “They call him Ghost. He’s deadly. Cold. And not just in action. He’s the kind of man who drinks blood before a job. A real monster. He never leaves a witness behind.” His jaw tightened. I could tell he was trying to control his anger. “I know this is hard to believe,” I added. “But if you want proof… I’ll take you to her. To Diana. She’s safe. I made sure of that.”

Even with a proper lie, this was going to be messy. “Okay, this is not good,” I commented. “Yeah. Not one bit,” he replied. “So what did the doctor say?” I asked. “A miracle,” he answered. My brow arched as I leaned off the wall. “Fuck. Is it that bad?” He nodded. “A miracle is the only thing that can save Grey.” Just then— “Beta Stiles,” someone called. Instantly, our heads snapped back. It was the doctor. “Alpha,” he acknowledged, his gaze shifting to me.

What is up with this man and his kisses that I can never get enough of? I almost think he’s not going to stop, but he does. He pulls his lips away from mine and touches my cheek as he looks into my eyes. “Feel better?” I nod. I’m still sad I lost a patient in the OR today. I still wish I could have saved her. But I’m not hurting so much anymore. I’m no longer overwhelmed with grief or guilt. I feel like I just might be able to get by. “Good.” He smiles. I’m about to smile, too, but then I hear the door open, footsteps rushing in. Before I can even figure out what’s happening, the curtain opens to reveal Dr. Carver standing in its place.