Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor Complete Novels & Stories

As if struck by a sudden stroke of genius, the flight attendant scrambled on her hands and knees toward a foreign doctor standing nearby. "This is Dr. Reuben Smith, one of the top specialists in Scallow City! With how advanced modern medicine is, what illness can't be cured?" "Diana is nothing but a quack—waving around a few packets of herbs and pretending to be some kind of miracle doctor. She's just trying to scam you out of your money!"

Our fingers touched briefly when I took it. The spark was undeniable. "Mia," he said softly. "If you commit to this program, you will leave understanding exactly what your body is capable of. The question is whether you trust me enough to let me show you." I clutched the folder. "I should go." As I reached the door, he called after me. "Mia? You're not broken. You never were." I left the clinic in a daze. At home, I spread the folder's contents across my table. Photos of a stunning estate. Testimonials. Detailed schedules. Legal forms.

Mindless of the fact that he was naked, he flew out into the hall and knelt down next to me. “What’s happening? I smell mandrake,” he said with urgency. “It was in her tea,” Megan said through pursed lips. “First the wine. Now the tea. I thought it might have been Angela doing it, but I guess I was wrong.” “It was the witchdoctor,” the ghost offered. “He knows a way in that you still haven’t discovered.” “Where?” Evan demanded. “Not now,” Megan hissed. “Help me with her.”

He stood up, shaking, palms sweating; he walked quietly to the said room. Inside, he met a dark skinny doctor in a baggy uniform. She wasn't smiling; her lips were compressed with so much effort on her side. It reminded him of his grandmother who said female doctors are very wicked and none of them should bring any home as a wife. "Good… day" he struggled to say, quenching the nervousness and growing lump in his throat. "Are you Mr Peter Solomon?" "Yes. It is me" he said pointing his shaking fingers at himself.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

Mark laid on the ground groaning and things about his past kept popping into his head. “Ro..se..” He stuttered with his last strength. He was going to die a weak man and that wasn’t fair. After few minutes of reminiscing what was happening and what had happened to him and his family, he saw an image walking closer to where he laid with pains all over his body. It was a man in his late thirties just as he was but he just couldn’t get to see who it was. The man’s face was blur. And no matter how hard he tried to strain his eye sight to see who it was he just couldn’t get a perfect gaze at him.

This doesn't make any sense at all. "Who brought me here, doctor?" I asked because I couldn't take note of any of my family members close by. "That man over there. He's lucky enough to rescue you on time." The doctor said while pointing over at a man who was standing outside, and with that…. the doctor left the hospital room. I slowly shifted my gaze towards the person that the doctor pointed at….. and then I saw a ghost. The ghost wore white trousers, a white face cap, and a white long sleeve.

Sam quickly replied, "The miracle doctor who sells the scented sachets has responded. She requested to contact you directly if that's okay with you." Grayson replied without hesitation, "It's okay. Ask her to contact me directly." The miracle doctor was significant to him. She was the only one who could treat his insomnia. He was willing to accommodate her as long as it didn't go against his principles or the law, not to mention contacting him. After Grayson hung up the call, he sensed something behind him. Turning around, he saw a disheveled, ghastly, and murderous-looking Belle. Grayson frowned.

The ID code printed beneath her name. Amara Georgia Musk. The ghost. The myth. The doctor who’d vanished off the grid after shaking the underground medical world with a treatment no one else could replicate. A miracle-maker they said. Or a devil in disguise. He’d heard it all. Spent years chasing whispers and buying dead ends. He thought she was a story people told themselves to feel hope. And she had been standing in front of him all this time… laughing, dancing, toying with words like the world was her chessboard. A girl with sharp eyes and sugar-coated lies.

Ghost grabbed the other hand, and the remaining five fingers also fell to the ground. Marcus and Mark had lost the ability to speak as they looked on in fear. Ghost used a special technique and broke Layla’s limbs. She could not move, and the only thing she could do was scream out in pain. She wanted to faint, but the pain woke her up every time. Ghost looked towards the door and ordered, “Come.” A few men in white lab coats carrying unique briefcases entered. They looked like doctors, but when Marcus had a clear look at the badges on their chests, he was so dumbfounded that he ended up vomiting blood.