Novel & Cerita Nurse Ghost

"How troublesome you are! You know you're in no shape, yet you still provoke me." She pushed me away, but I didn't let go, leaning down to kiss her ear. "We can't go all the way, but we can..." We'd always made an effort to keep things interesting, so when I hinted, she understood, her cheeks pink as she nodded. I glanced down at the IV in my hand. At that moment, the door swung open. "Ah!" A young nurse, Rachel Chase, nearly dropped her tray. "I'm sorry! It's time to change your dressing."

I feel so lost and alone, and I am so stupid that I didn’t ask the nurse anything. Where am I anyway? What happened? Maybe I did die, and the nurse was a ghost as well, so we will be damned to haunt these hospital rooms forever, not knowing that we died while hoping every day to be able to finally leave. *** She didn’t lie. They were, in fact, serving pancakes for breakfast. And I take a big gulp, just as the door opens, a tall woman in a white coat plopping her head in. She ignores my coughing as I nearly choke on the delicious treat soaked in syrup and enters the room with a wide smile. “How are we doing?”

Ghost raised the pistol to them, their eyes wide with terror. “P-Please, we did our best, we’ve never failed you. You brought him too late,” the physician trembled. They knew the code; the reward of incompetence was death. It’s been like that for centuries, and Ghost won’t stop now. Ghost almost pulled the trigger when the beep pierced through the air like an arrow. The gasps were deafening, and the gun slipped from Ghost’s hand with a light clack. “Does the dead pay the living a visit, or am I dreaming?” a nurse shrieked in disbelief.

He was worried that the reaper brought a corpse back from the Forbidden Forest because if that happened, he would have a lot to explain to Queen Reality. "She fainted." "Huh?" "She saw my face." "...without the hood?" "Yes." Horan bit his lips, holding in the urge to laugh. "Never mind," he said, dismissing his vile urge, "take her to the sick bay." The Grim Reaper went to the sick bay that was prepared for lost humans. At the register counter, the attending snail asked, "May I have the name of the patient please?" "Vanzie." "Full name?" "..."

He muttered and smiled a sad one before walking out of the room; then, I went close to my body to look at it intently. "I felt his touch. I felt my father's hand holding mine!" I let out when I noticed the four ghosts who just passed through the wall on my right. They must have seen my father walking into my room. One of my new ghost friends is Ericka, who got here three weeks ago because of a motorbike accident, and Lucinda, a middle-aged woman who got a heart attack a month ago. "Really?" Clinton asked in surprise and examined my physical body closely, and Dylan tried to touch my left barefoot.

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

he reasoned out with her “Why do you need a nanny, any way I am always here for you,’’ he felt offended not being enough for her they had a long conversation which comforted Mercy. Angela went and roofed her daughter. she was tired from the parking and fell asleep at the chesterfield. she kissed her and went to the bedchamber., just before she left, Amanda called out her mother and told her that, she had a good feeling with the new family they were going to take care of., she had come to terms with the situation, she tried cheering her out. she arouse to have a trivial heart-to-heart with her mother. they talked for a while and both went to bed. before Angela felt asleep, she took a picture

We are each our own devil, and we make this world hell. -Oscar Wilde. |N I C O L A S| "Ghost went inactive on missions almost two years ago. Since then she is only involved in stealing missions." Shawn explained. Lately, he seemed to be looked obsessed by ghosts work. The woman who is faceless for all of us. "You sound obsessed with her." Logan gave words to my thoughts. "Because she is fucking fantastic." Shawn retorted. "Nic, there is an important underground fight today." Crystal informed as she appeared on the door. "I would go there to handle that." She added.

“Okay okaay, get on with that already, call me if in case of anything “ he says and walks out. The doctor looks at him until he is out of his sight and sighs in relief, he takes out a piece of clothe and wipes of some sweat from his face before he could go on with whatever he was supposed to do. “He gets some nurses to help him and they move Ghost to a more secure room, heavily locked and guarded, everything happens in time and they lock him up before he wakes. The city Is calm as some wind blows lightly, people are rushing to get home after a heavy day’s work and so is the doctor, he locks his office carrying a black case, he walks down the stairs to check on his patient, the silence scares

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her