Nurse Outfit Male

"This is the body donation agreement, Mr. Lewis. Please sign here." Joel Lewis looks at the paper before him. His hand trembles as he grips a pen. The other party can sense his hesitance. They say considerately, "Body donation is a big thing, and it's normal for people to change their minds at the last minute. You can go home and discuss this with your family—" "I've already signed it." Joel smiles bitterly. "Family" is a term that's beyond him. There's no longer any space in his wife's heart for him, after all.

Studying abroad can be incredibly lonely at times. That night, I was in my room, indulging in a little treat for myself, when my best friend suddenly burst through the door. "Doing it yourself is no fun. Come on. There's a super cool cabaret show going on. Let's go see it together!" On stage, my friend was reclining in a chair behind the curtain, with two strong-looking men on top of her. "Come on. Join us for a group dance..."

When the earthquake hit, I found myself buried under the rubble, barely clinging to life. My wife, Meghan Hudson, charges into the collapsing office building without hesitation. However, the person she rescues is Gerald Parker, the new technical specialist at my company. Even as she hurries away with the rescue team, she doesn't spare me a single glance. Severely crushed and bleeding heavily, I'm rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery. Yet, Meghan pours all her care and attention into Gerald, who barely has a scratch on him. In the end, I'm completely disheartened and pull out the divorce papers. Meghan goes berserk and tears them to shreds, thinking I'll give in like I always did. What she doesn't know is that this time, I'm truly exhausted.

Three years ago, my girlfriend suffered severe post-traumatic stress after saving my life. She later had a speech impairment that kept her from speaking normally. To cure her, I take on three jobs a day and survive on only bread and water just to come up with the money for her therapy and speech recovery treatment. I happen to be working part-time as a cocktail party waiter one evening when I see my girlfriend, who supposedly has a speech impairment, standing in a fancy dress and being fawned over by the crowd around her. Everyone is calling her "Ms. Holden" and "the heiress of the Holden family". But how can an orphan like her possibly be an heiress?

Patricia, a hard working and diligent nurse. She had the looks, body, brains, compassion and any thing a man would ever need from a woman. But lacks one thing LOVE! Scared by her past relationship experiences, Patricia decided to stay celibate, until love comes knocking at her door, if there is any such thing as love. Love to her is an illusion, and if perchance love exist, it is only for selected people. Love comes knocking at people’s door, at different times, and unexpectedly. It also knocks in different ways, in different people’s lives. Even those who don’t believe in love, can hear the knock of love at their door, at any time. But the question is............. WILL PATRICIA OPEN HER DOOR AND EMBRACE LOVE? IS HE THE ONE DESTINED FOR HER? OR WILL HE BECOME A FRAGMENT OF HER IMAGINATION? Find out in...... STAY WITH ME By Ekpot Goodnews

It was the apocalypse. A zombie apocalypse. We should've been running for our lives, but my girlfriend, Yvonne Brown, refused to. She wanted to buy as much time as she could for her incompetent childhood friend, Yves Claude, to hop into the last helicopter that would take survivors away. But the retreat was our group's only way to survive in this apocalypse. Yves was not showing up anytime soon. I had no choice but to knock her out and drag her into the chopper. And Yves, the one she could never seem to forget, died in the swarm of undead. I, however, survived thanks to what I did. Yvonne and I lived happily in a safe zone. And then that fateful day came. I was going to take over the territory and lead humanity on an attack against the zombies. The night before that decisive strike, Yvonne spiked my water with anesthetics. When I was caught helpless, she tossed me into the horde of zombies. The swarm of undead tore my flesh open, and the pain killed me. Yvonne? She stood on the wall coldly, a sneer decorating her lips. "Yves could've lived, but you took that chance away from him! You selfish monster, you killed Yves! I will make you suffer what he suffered! You'll pay for it with your life!" Death took me, but it tossed me all the way back to the day of the retreat. The day Yvonne adamantly insisted on waiting for Yves. Well, if she was so happy to live through a world like this with her friend, who am I to say no? I would grant her that wish, even if she would end up as zombie food.

The lab blew, and my girlfriend—Beatrice Whitmore—didn't even glance my way. She bolted straight for Joseph, wrapping herself around him. When the dust settled, she climbed into the ambulance with him. I was still on the ground, bleeding out, and she didn't spare me a look. Eighteen years raising him, and apparently, that was all the space her heart had left. My coworkers dragged me to the hospital. ICU, barely breathing. When I finally clawed my way out, throat raw, I called my advisor. "Prof. Beaumont, I'm in. I'll go. Even if it means disappearing for five years, I don't care." That was supposed to be my wedding month. Not anymore.

As I fought a stray dog for a loaf of moldy bread, distinguished guests arrived at the orphanage. They'd come to find the long-lost heir of a wealthy family. After confirming their choice, they donated $100 million to the orphanage and handed out chocolates to every child. My mouth watered as I reached for a box, but glowing messages flashed before my eyes. [Lawrence, show your locket! They're here to bring you home!] [Don't let that impostor steal your birthright. It's yours!] They revealed the truth: the elegant couple were my biological parents, and the poised girl beside them was my fiancée. Yet I clutched my chocolate and ran, aware of their true purpose: they'd come here just for the fake heir. Even if I revealed my locket, they'd not pay me any attention.

Zasqia dan Surya berpacaran sejak mereka Sama-sama duduk di bangku kuliah, 7 tahun lamanya mereka memadu kasih, saling setia, 3 tahun yang lalu mereka harus berpisah sebab Zasqia dipindah tugas ke Cililin Bandung Jawa Barat sebagai kepala Bidan, selama LDR mereka baik-baik saja, Surya berjanji di bulan Desember akan melamar Zasqia sebab di bulan itu juga masa tugas Zasqia di Cililin selesai, sayangnya di bulan Oktober Zasqia menemukan bukti perselingkuhan Surya, bukan hanya selingkuh akan tetapi Surya bahkan sudah bertunangan dengan wanita lain. Zasqia patah hati dan memutuskan menemui Surya di kota Ngawi, dengan kereta api jurusan Bandung -Kertosono akhirnya Zasqia menemui Surya, mereka pergi berdua ke tempat rekreasi dengan tujuan untuk menyelesaikan masalah, sayangnya saat pertemuan Surya cemburu dengan dokter Ryan, dan menuduh Zasqia selingkuh dengan dokter Ryan, karena kalap Surya memperkosa Zasqia. Keesokan harinya Surya mengajak dokter Ryan dan Zasqia menemui kedua orang tuanya, untuk meminta ijin menikahi Zasqia, namun caci dan maki orang tua Surya berikan ke Zasqia. Dokter Ryan mengajak Surya ngobrol di luar rumah, mereka memutuskan berbicara di sebuah bukit, obrolan terjadi, dan Surya memutuskan untuk meninggalkan Zasqia dengan alasan takut kepada ayah dan bunda nya. Dokter Ryan emosi dan terjadilah duel diantara mereka berdua, melihat itu Zasqia mencoba melerai dan tidak berhasil, ahirnya Zasqia memutuskan untuk meninggalkan Surya dan dokter Ryan, naasnya Zasqia terpeleset dan jatuh, dengan kepala membentur batu, Zasqia meninggal di perjalanan. Dokter Ryan tidak bisa menerima kematian Zasqia, lalu dia membawa jenazah Zasqia ke rumah bapak Suganda, yang terkenal sebagai orang pintar, dan bisa menghidupkan jasad yang sudah mati, Zasqia hidup kembali, dan kini dia kembali untuk menuntut balas atas kematiannya. Bagaimana kisah selanjutnya? Apakah Zasqia bisa membalas dendam?. Dan siapakah Zasqia yang sekarang ini?.

My mother is a hospital director. To give my brother, an intern doctor, more hands-on experience, she assigns him as the lead surgeon for my brain tumor operation. I beg her to let someone else do it and tell her it's my only chance at survival. But she slaps me hard across the face and screams, "How did I raise such a selfish, ungrateful child? Your brother has just started his internship—can't you help him improve his skills? Is that too much to ask?" Later, the surgery fails. I die on the operating table. And my mother seems to have aged decades overnight.