Nurses From Dark Deception Novels & Stories

Shrugging her off as she starts to fuss over me, pushing me towards my bed, I sit down. “Lizzy, what happened? Does it hurt?” I just roll my eyes at her like seriously she has been my nurse for three years and i have never spoken to her once. Nurse Debs, is properly the best of a bad bunch. Least she is kind, some of the others can be cruel. Especially the two carers. George and Ceila, they worked nights most of the time. I would hear them doing things to some of the other patient’s.

“Boss, the nurse dressed like a woman to hide his identity. A man was the one in the nurse uniform and he is not a staff member in the hospital but he took one of the staff's identities.” “Fine, can I get the address of where this man stays? The nurse whose identity was used, can I get her address?” I asked. Anyone works fine, I'll be able to get the fake nurse from the real nurse and get to the root of this “She's dead, sir” “What?” “The real nurse is dead, sir. Her house is surrounded right now by the police as they think it's a burglar that had killed her” “It's not fucking bulgar!” I screamed, slapping the steering multiple times. She was killed by the motherfucker.

She just walked over, and was now staring at us with a confused but vigilant look. “You should not talk about that, you know?” The nurse frowned. “But I don’t even know what it is that I am not supposed to talk about,” I observed her look carefully. She didn’t look scared like everyone else. Maybe she could reveal this secret that Grant wouldn’t. “Knox Hawthorne,” The nurse started, “He was the--” She paused her words when the ward door was pushed open. It was Orion. Orion and the Lady, both. I watched the look on the nurse’s face change from surprise, then to shock, then to anger then stone cold, so fast and complicated all in a short moment.

“Dr. Black has told me how skilled you both are. Tonight you will follow my rules. I am your naughty nurse and you will please me exactly how I want. Understand?” Dr. Harris swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, Miss Clara.” Dr. Lang looked excited. “We are here for whatever you need.” I smiled and slowly took off my scrubs. I stood completely naked in front of the three older doctors. My nipples were hard and my pussy was already wet.

“Fuck!” Deimos shouts. I watch in silence now as he injects his son with some more meds, straight into his IV line. Fighting to keep him alive. A nurse starts peeling off my shoes and socks with the kind of efficiency that says she’s done this a thousand times. Then she moves for my shirt — but when her hands drift toward my waistband, I stop her. My mind is clearer. My skin prickles at the thought of her hands anywhere near my crotch.

" Nicolas is lying on the bed with Alexi when she puts her hands on his face to feel the sparks, which are comforting. Nicholas kisses her as he holds on to Alexi. When the doctor walks in, he offers his heartfelt condolences for the loss of their children. Although they are not dead, Alexi sheds a tear. She nods her acknowledgment, while Nicolas thanks the doctor. After Alexi completes the last exam and fills out the discharge paperwork, he tells them they can discharge her. Admin workers will assist in burying the babies, he said. Following a quick physical exam to make sure Alexi was physically fit, the doctors left. After the doctor left, the nurse came in with the discharge papers. Stra

I also regret why we rejected Jim's idea of giving us security. “Who are you and where are you going to?" The eldest, who looks like their leader asks. “We are nurses from Alpha Drake's pack going to offer assistance to our wounded." I speak quickly before Melissa lest she contradicts me. “But in your bags there is nothing to suggest that you are medical personnel? You lie. You are spies and we are going to treat you as such. Now, move!" He yells, holding my shoulders and shoving me to take a certain path.

One night, Damon and Lou sat in the hospital’s security room, watching hours of footage. “There,” Lou whispered, pointing to a shadowy figure slipping into the supply room. Damon’s heart pounded. The person wore a staff badge—but it was a fake. “We have her,” Damon said. Confrontation was inevitable. The following morning, Damon arranged a meeting with the hospital director and security chief. They presented the footage and evidence implicating a nurse on staff who had been coerced into working for Katrina. The nurse broke down, confessing everything—how she’d been threatened, her family’s safety used as leverage.

She made her way to leave but I was quick to open the door and Cross followed closely behind me. I felt something strange with that nurse. My guts had never proved me wrong so the best I did was camp around the door but I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and it was Cross. I left the door so as not to disturb the treatment. That's when Cross told me the Nurse was fake and he was coming to catch her. "Fuck!" Cross screamed as his gaze fell on the Nurse. He knew she wasn't the nurse that was sent to treat Sarah. The real nurse was kidnapped and injected to sleep, while the fake was sent as a replacement to pretend as the nurse to gain access to Sarah.

Not ever. I shook my head slowly, my lips curling in bitter realisation. “You don’t remember? That’s strange. Because the real nurses here always triple-check everything before it even comes near Lucian. They check the labels. They check the dosage. They say it out loud to each other. But you? You don’t remember?” I took another step closer, my voice lowering into a sharp whisper. “You’re not a nurse.” His eyes hardened, and for the first time, I saw the danger beneath the disguise.