Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor Complete Novels & Stories

“His pressure’s dropping.” “Get the OR ready, he’s not stable, he won’t survive another collapse.” “Where’s the blood match?!” “Find more blood, O-negative, we’re out of it!” “Then GET SOME!” someone roared. “You find it or I swear I’ll rip your spine out through your ass!” It was Ghost. He stood above me, face carved in steel. “If this man dies,” he told the doctor, “I’m cutting your fucking intestines out and feeding them to your wife.”

We silently stare at each other for a while before my mate suddenly screams and rushes out of the room. I frown my face, confused by her reaction. She's acting like she just saw a fucking ghost. I am not a ghost. She comes back inside with the Doctor directly behind her. She stays by the side, crying while the Doctor checks on me. “We are all so glad you are back Alpha. It is a miracle that whatever you were giving didn't end your life. At a point, we thought we lost you." Doctor Max said, examining me to make sure that everything is good.

One of father’s men is already turning his head to stare at Malachi. Malachi leaves, and once we’re alone, the Doctor turns to me. Now that i properly look at him, he’s handsome, but in that ethereal way. He’s not sharply handsome the way Malachi is. His eyes are a very peculiar shade of blue, almost bordering on purple. I look at them wistfully, “Your eyes are so pretty. Too bad you’ll have to pluck them out yourself soon.” Bridget made me practice intimidation. My father approved of it, and it seems to work because my new doctor buries his head in his hands and pulls his hair as he lets out one broken word, “Fuck.”

The tests that Doctor A put me through weren’t painful, but they were long and boring. Hours standing in place taking measurements and pinching different muscles. He explained every step along the way, but the words he used were big and I could only nod and pretend to understand. After having some blood drawn I was escorted by the same nameless person to the room with four white walls. Ghost’s head shot up. “I thought they were never going to give you back. I was gearing up to phase through the wall.”

"It's no use! Mr. Lorenzo is gone! Someone get Nonna!" Lorenzo's spirit floated above the doctor, his brow furrowed as he watched his own body being manhandled. "A bunch of incompetents," he cursed. "They don't even know how to perform chest compressions. They're just making it worse." "Hold on," I told him in my mind. "The more real this looks, the better. Your soul is still tied to your body. So shut up and wait for my signal." He turned to look at me, his eyes flashing. "What do you mean?"

Doctor D is not a shabu user "Oh my god!" I covered my mouth and thought pretentiously. Maybe the Doctor is right. Pity his family. I felt the door of my room open and I didn't even face the door, I turned my back and I didn't seem to want to face it. He walked closer to me and I was even more scared. They said there was a ghost in the hallway entering the room. Usually the time you show up is past 12-3 AM sht! I just closed my eyes and started praying. Someone hugged my waist and called my name.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

So why had it been stolen first by some unknown ghost? I hate this! I want to kill someone! When Mrs. Rothschild led the doctor inside, she saw Lucien repeatedly smashing his hand against the bed until it was covered in blood. His eyes were wide open, the whites webbed with red veins, making him look completely unhinged. Mrs. Rothschild rushed forward to stop Lucien from hurting himself. Grabbing his hand, she shouted, “What are you doing, Lucien? Stop it right now! Doctor, hurry up and help me calm him down!”

For a few fragile moments I let my eyes close. The door opened without warning. I knew the man who walked in before he fully crossed the threshold. The recognition hit like cold water. Dr. Heyes. Not a doctor who had treated me here. Not someone from the hospital staff. A ghost from before everything—before the arrests, before the pregnancies, before Victor. The man who had cornered me in an empty consultation room months ago, who had put his hands where they did not belong, who had pressed me against the wall until I fought free and reported him. The board had quietly moved him on. Charges had been “handled.” I had tried to bury the memory under everything that came after.

i said, i was looking forward to what he was really going to say. "Do you know how is that possible? " he asked. "No i don't I'm confused too" i answered . "That means you have a ghost clone" he now revealed it. "what does that mean?" I asked again. He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me.