Nurse Ghost Novels & Stories

"Abby Davison only wants to focus on her career as a nurse, as she has no time for dating after a bad breakup over a year ago. When her mother presses her about settling down, Abby tells her a little white lie: she’s dating Mark Thornton, the handsome and gruff rancher who both frustrates and makes her heart flutter every time they meet. When Mark overhears Abby's lie, he decides to cut her a deal: to keep his silence regarding their make-believe relationship, she'll come to live with him on his ranch until his broken arm heals. Despite her wounded pride and initial trepidation, Abby can’t help but begin to fall for the guarded Thornton brother as the days pass on his ranch. The black sheep of the family, Mark makes no secret that he prefers horses over people. His brusque exterior, though, only conceals hidden depths and a wounded heart that Abby understands all too clearly. As feelings start to bloom between them, neither is sure what is real and what’s make-believe. Yet the sizzling attraction between them is anything but fake, and with every kiss and every touch, they fall harder for each other. But as their pasts begin to creep toward them, unearthing secrets both would rather keep buried, Abby and Mark must learn to trust each other—or risk losing the love both never knew they needed."

Love or Fate #1 "Run. As far as you want, Winter. But remember, I will always chase after you. Surrender to me or live on the run. Your choice.” After getting hurt and betrayed by her chosen mate and pack members, Winter escaped and promised never to believe in the concept of mate anymore. She lived well by herself until one day, the Moon Goddess played a prank on her fate by making her meet with her fated mate, the Alpha of Dark Moon, Dante Verlice. Despite the heavy pull toward Dante, Winter still wants nothing with him, but Dante is hellbent on making her his Luna. With Dante's unwavering spirit to pursue her, the ghost of Winter's past came to the surface again. Torn between love, desire, and fear, which path will Winter take? The one that led her straight into Dante's arms, or the one that pushed them far apart. Follow Winter's journey as she deals with the trials of love.

Claire finally signed the divorce papers to escape a marriage that was already dead. But hours later, a devastating car crash wipes the last five years from her ruthless billionaire husband's mind. When Raphael wakes up, he doesn't remember the coldness. He doesn't remember the tragic miscarriage that shattered them. And he certainly doesn't remember the divorce. He only remembers being fiercely, desperately in love with his wife. Suddenly, the emotionally absent CEO is gone, replaced by the affectionate, protective man Claire thought she lost forever. He looks at her like she is his entire world. But for Claire, every sweet touch is a ghost, and every perfect promise is built on forgotten pain. Raphael is finally the husband she always begged him to be. But how do you love a man who only wants you because he forgot how he broke you?

What would you do if the TV celebrity you despise is the only one who can help you? Fran Garner finds herself living in a haunted house, but among all the weird things around, there's something darker and more dangerous lurking. To her dismay, the only one who can deal with it is the king of TV ghost hunters, Brandon Price. Not only is he the last person she would like to turn to for help: they're also black-and-white opposites about pretty much everything. But teaming up will bring them much closer than they ever expected, and now it'll be up to them if they follow their hearts or turn their backs to the unyielding feeling that binds them together. A story about bonds that transcend realms, about love and light even in the darkest places, and the struggle to overcome an inner darkness that can be scarier than actual demons. "A mix of romance, humour, special friendships and the supernatural, with uncommon spins like no other."

“You’re not his wife. You’re a ghost in a borrowed face.” Lena Moore thought she had outrun the darkness. Engaged to billionaire Aaron King and carrying a child she’s not sure belongs to him or the stalker, Kian, Lena’s past comes crashing through the doors—dressed in white. Jennifer, Aaron’s long-dead wife, is alive. Or so it seems. One betrayal spirals into another. On the run from heartbreak and chasing what’s left of her sanity, Lena goes into labor on a stormy highway—only for her ex-lover, Kian, to take their newborn and vanish. When Jennifer is found murdered and Lena is arrested, the world turns its back on her. But behind bars, the truth unravels. Jennifer was a puppet. Alara—Lena’s estranged mother—has been the mastermind all along, manipulating lives, identities, and deaths from the shadows. Lena is done running. With her child missing, a legacy built on lies, and the world doubting her every breath, she’s ready to burn the past down—face by face.

He is cursed. She is a slave. Their forbidden bond will either save their world or set it ablaze. Caeser Varyn, the formidable Alpha King, is a figure of fear, his very blood tainted by a curse that has claimed every mate the Moon Goddess has given him. His existence is a lonely burden of twisted power, until a single, accidental touch changes everything. Ava is a ghost in the royal palace—an unseen slave girl with a quiet grace and a hidden power. When the Moon Goddess’s mating mark appears on her wrist, Caeser shatters ancient laws and claims her as his own. Their forbidden union ignites a firestorm, forcing them to flee the burning palace and the outrage of the pack. Turned out she's gifted by the Moon Goddess and to survive, Ava must master the power she never knew she possessed, expose the traitors who surround them, and find a way to break the ancestral curse. If she fails, her love will be consumed, and their world will fall to the dark power of a corrupted god.

Mable Thorne is on her third life, and she’s done playing the victim. In Life One, she was betrayed. In Life Two, she was murdered. In Life Three, she’s coming for blood.She’s dating the pack’s most dangerous disaster—pro-hockey star Darin Salvator—to burn her ex’s reputation to the ground. Darin Salvator is on his fifth life, and he’s done playing the hero. He’s watched every version of his mate die across timelines he can’t escape. He’s numb, he’s scandalous, and he’s accepted that they are a doomed bloodline. Then Mable knocks on his door with a fake-dating contract and a scent that screams of a future he thought fate had stolen. But there’s a ghost between them—a memory of a child lost in a past life, and a lie that says Darin was the one who killed it. On the ice, they are a PR stunt. In the shadows, they are a war. And this time, fate is not just trying to kill them—it’s trying to erase them.

She went to the palace as a guest… and ended up becoming Lycan King’s bride. Charlotte, a quiet girl from a middle-class family, never expected to be anywhere near royalty. But one wrong turn changed everything. Mistaken for the bride at the most important wedding of the year, she’s pushed down the aisle toward a man whom she doesn't love. Alpha Damien Blackwood, cold, powerful, and unreadable, claims her without a word. Not as his queen… but as something far more complicated. Trapped in the palace and caught between cruel whispers and judgmental glances, Charlotte becomes a ghost in a golden cage. The only thing more confusing than her new life is Damien himself. Raised by a ruthless king and taught that emotions are a weakness, Damien doesn’t know how to love, but he also can’t seem to let her go. With the palace full of secrets and a bond that feels one-sided, Charlotte must choose: run and protect her heart… or risk everything for a mate who was never meant to be hers.

The contractions were ripping me in two. My vision was going dark. My husband, Don Vittorio, the man who ruled Chicago, squeezed my hand. His dark eyes burned with love. "Just a little longer, mia cara. You'll meet our baby soon." Sweat poured down my face. I still found the strength to smile for him. Then a nurse walked in. She held a syringe. I thought it was to stop the pain. But Vittorio’s hand fell away. He took a single step back. The needle sank into my arm. I heard Vittorio’s voice. It was cold steel. "Dose her carefully. She holds on until midnight. Not a minute sooner. Not until after Ornella delivers." And then I knew. He thought I married him for the money. He was stopping my labor. All for a sick Falcone family rule: the first son born is the next heir. Pain tore through me. I reached for him. Tears streamed down my face. I begged him to stop. He bit his lip. His voice was pure ice. "My brother is dead. Ornella carries his only heir. You will do as you are told. You and your child will not steal his birthright." The drug hit my veins. The violent squeeze in my belly, like some invisible hand, just… stopped.

My wife, Charlene Everett, and I used to work in the same hospital. I was known for being a kind doctor as well as a passionate teacher, while she was known for being a smart, fiery, and protective professional. All was well for the both of us until Charlene started caring about a clumsy trainee doctor called Zachary Wordsworth. I underestimated their relationship until the day he made a grave medical error, and she threw me to the wolves to protect him from his own mistakes. Indeed, Zachary cut a patient's womb out of her body mistakenly. The patient committed suicide not long after finding out. To avoid him being disciplined by the hospital, Charlene had the nurse in charge modify the records to have me as the surgery’s lead doctor. The patient’s family thought I was the one at fault and sued me. Everyone cursed me for being an unqualified doctor. Netizens made a huge ruckus online and started pressuring the hospital director to fire me. Helpless and in pain, I confronted Charlene, but she casually said, “Zach can’t handle the responsibility of failing the surgery. You’re more experienced, so you’ll be able to weather this storm.” When I later stumbled upon Charlene tangled up with Zachary, I could only let out a bitter laugh. I thus decided it was time for me to stop being kind.