Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor Novels & Stories

She asked, “Who is it?” Rowan smiled proudly. He bragged, “Listen up. The miracle doctor I invited here is the famous Medical Saint of Hell’s Gate.” Quinn thought she had heard him wrong. Chase looked bewildered.

The woman stutters and falls silent. “And from the looks of it, Mairi, you stupid fool, she’s still very much aware. That last dosage didn’t work. So get the fuck out of my sight before I do the dishonorable thing of ripping that last eye out of its socket.” Horror twists my stomach as Celeste turns her attention back to me, smoothing that eerie doll-like smile across her face. The slam of the door behind her echoes sharply, signaling the doctor’s exit. “Just kill me already. And be quick with it if it helps sate your dark mind. If it helps you sleep at night knowing you killed someone as powerless as myself.”

She looked up at him and he explained, "She's fine, Meagan. Just go get some rest." Christian and Meagan each put one of Jamie's arms over their shoulders and led him down the hallway toward the exit. They did not notice the wide-eyed janitor who had just witnessed the second most unusual sight he had ever seen. He had watched from a distance, peering through the door as el doctoro magically healed the bleeding woman with his bare hands. He saw how it drained the young man to the point of collapse. Now, he stood aside as the doctor was carried from the building while the young lady seemed miraculously healed. Juan Arriaga shook his head. "El fantasma!" he whispered. Once again, he had encoun

No matter what, he needed a logical explanation. Even though he was a despicable doctor that saw his position as an opportunity to fuel his evil plans of manipulating and controlling the population by treating them as random test subjects to choose from, driving them to the point of insanity knowing full well the demented effects of the various undeveloped drugs; accepting something as supernatural as the existence of ghost was beyond what his psychopathic mind was willing to tolerate.

An older man shouted in surprise. “Legend has it that the last generation of ghost doctors appeared during the twelfth century. The Immortal Doctor went by the name of Guilherme Extraordinaire. Several centuries had passed since then. Did Guilherme Extraordinaire leave a legacy behind? I thought his legacy disappeared long ago.”

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."

I checked my phone and saw a text message from the electricity utility company. The electricity bill for this month was three thousand eight hundred dollars. I stared at that number for a full minute. Three thousand eight hundred dollars?! I lived alone. How could my electricity usage possibly be so high?! I suddenly remembered something. The faucet turned on by itself. The television switched on in the middle of the night. Meals appeared like clockwork every single day! Since when did paranormal activities run up the electric bill? Pure rage shot through me. I leaped out of bed, snatched my phone, and screamed into the empty room, “Nathaniel Simmons! Get out of here right now!

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

"You run free clinics for criminals?" "We run insurance fraud to pay for it. Ghost patients, fake billing. The system's broken. We profit and we heal, both things are true." "That's still illegal." "So is faking your death." Her mouth twitched. Almost a smile, but not quite. "Whatever you're running from, Frank can make it disappear. Three months, Jane. That's all he's asking.” "In exchange for what? My soul?" "In exchange for three months of your time. The soul part is optional."

The once-brilliant doctor was now a shadow of who he'd been. Like always, I brought a huge bouquet of Chloe's favorite flowers and placed it in front of her headstone. Richard showed up too, limping toward the grave. I could tell he wanted to talk. I didn't. I asked the staff to escort him away and told them not to let him return. "Selena, please. I'm begging you. Don't be so cruel. I just want to see Chloe. Please." I ignored him. *** The AI company I'd invested in was thriving in Corvenia.