Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor Novels & Stories

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!”

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

She paused, studying me closely, probably scanning for anything she might have missed, and brushed a strand of hair from my face. “So you have to expect a visit tomorrow.” “From Jacob?” I asked, more surprised than I meant to sound. “Jacob didn’t say anything, but Kate will come,” Mom clarified. I bit my lip to keep from saying more. I didn’t want her to notice my disappointment—and maybe I didn’t want to acknowledge it myself. «He left without saying goodbye.» «He left.» At that moment, the doctor came in holding my X-ray. He was a middle-aged man with a calm voice and kind eyes, the sort who knew exactly how to deliver bad news without making it sound unbearable.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

How did the stain get rid of itself? He looked at Hecara who smiled apologetically at him. For sure, that smile meant something that only she was capable of doing. Before he could say something to her, she had already spoken up. "Doctor, this man is a workaholic. He worked all day and continued all night in bed and then, he started to see me coughing blood. I think he is hallucinating due to overworking," she told the doctor. "What can I do about this?"

The Russian hulk entered the room, and he nodded at me respectfully and, as usual, Jackson’s eyes widened when he saw him up and close. “Sergey, would you please tell Doctor Jackson here who was the monster that pummeled me yesterday?” I asked absently as I began to sip my coffee, enjoying its bitter taste and feeling it lightening up my nerves. Just what I needed. “No animal sir, it was Miss Brown who fucked you up like that.” Sergey said firmly, and I threw my head back and chuckled loudly, shaking and feeling tears fall from my eyes because Jackson spat his food and stared at me in horror

I hear Mr Westbay say again, once again confirming what he had just said some minutes ago. "And why do you look like you have seen a ghost" I hear him ask,and I could swear I saw a smirk appear on his face,but seemed to leave as quickly as it appeared. " ohh no,just surprised that's all" I hear the doctor say while still looking shoken from the revelation and I almost laughed " and why is that so?" I hear Mr Westbay ask once again, and i almost begged him to stop cause it appeared the doctor was obviously in a very awkward situation at the present moment.

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

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.

She can't rely on anybody not even her asshole of a father. She hopes he rots in hell! She slowly opened the door to her mom's room after composing herself. She can't let her mother see her negative vibes on things,and especially that Laura's very sensitive feelings now might affect her cancer cells tissues. She was ready with her big smile for Laura but instead she stood there frozen on the spot. Her asshole of a father is sitting beside her mother's bed. Laura is still sleeping. Not that she have any idea if she woke up when her father showed up.