Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor Complete Novels & Stories

That's why he went to the rumored burned haunted house. "And Doctor Eye came to the picture. He and Nurse Cath let me do Phase three in the proper way. I experienced the things that you've experienced and defeated the demon. And now, I got the demon's soul. But..." Lucas trailed off. The ghosts in the room all looked at him. "Lately, I have...not been well." Doctor Eye turned to blink at Lucas. "Your case was so unusual. I could still offer help for free. For you and Kelly." Lucas nodded. "Thank you. I will let you know once I am ready."

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.

The shadows began peeling the world away, trying to trap Maya and Julian in the library of ghosts. Maya took a deep breath, searching not for magic but truth. “I’m a doctor,” she said, loud and clear. “And a doctor knows when a patient is gone. You’re not my patients – just shadows.” She walked toward them, not fighting with fists. She moved through them. As she passed the little girl, the shadow turned to white dust. The ghosts vanished, one by one, as Maya accepted the past couldn’t change – the shadows lost their strength. The Island in the Stars

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!"

Vincent looked directly into the main security camera mounted in the corner of the ceiling. "If you want your share, stop hiding behind old ghosts and step into the light." A heavy, suffocating quiet descended over the room. For five seconds, nobody breathed. Then, the digital projector at the end of the table suddenly flickered to life. The room's lights dimmed automatically as a signal overrode the presentation screen. The board members scrambled back in their chairs as a document appeared on the wall—a scanned copy of an old hospital birth certificate, dated thirty years ago.

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!"

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.

I still remember that day—it was our third wedding anniversary. That evening, Adeline's latest test results came back. Her congenital heart condition had worsened. She couldn't wait any longer. As a doctor, I knew exactly what that diagnosis meant. What she didn't know was that I'd been hiding my own terminal cancer diagnosis. Even as a world-renowned surgeon, I couldn't change the outcome. But I loved Adeline—down to the very marrow of my bones. I couldn't bear to see her suffer.