Reaper Nurse Novels & Stories

She takes my hand and we walk back over to the podium. "We will now continue with the reaping. Announcer, please continue." I take my beautiful mate and lead her to our seats. I continue to hold her hand as we sit. She is shaking slightly so I continue to hold her hand. I rub soothing circles on her hand with my thumb and I feel her stiffen slightly before she relaxes. Cora remarkably remains calm and stoic. I have a feeling that she knows that she cannot show how she is feeling to those in the crowd so she mimics my behavior.

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?" "..."

It was cold. “I’m here,” I whispered, pressing my lips to his knuckles. “You’re not allowed to leave me. We still have to fight Sophia’s remaining men. We still have to build something real. You hear me? I love you, Damien Voss. So you fight. You come back to me.” A tear fell onto his hand. I stayed like that until the nurse gently made me leave. Outside, Rico was waiting. “The families are calling. Some want to know if the Reaper is dead. Sophia might be gone, but her loyalists are still moving.”

I returned my eyes to the nurse and I saw her skirt, misplaced and her hair is a little bit messy. "I wonder why even I scream all my strength, you didn't still come in." I raised my brows at Rey. He coughed nervously, scratching his head. Aish, I felt a little bit terrible for not letting him take a break and leisure but he must told me so that I can ask for someone to guard me. "I ate outside." Rey replied, without looking at me. Right, just like it. Dont bring the topic of the window again. "I am done here Ma'am and Sir. Please don't forget your supplements and medicines to intake." The nurse smiled at me quickly and turned her eyes to Rey. She smiled at him a little bit longer, making me

The warrior who was speaking couldn't finish his statement as he was immediately cut off by Lancer. "And who is she that I must choose my words carefully before I utter?" He furrowed his brows as he stared at me in disgust. "Just like I said, I still think she's just an ordinary nurse who is just wandering about, trying to look for a warrior to seduce. She must be so desperate to become one of the Reapers that's why she's doing so, to get the warriors to let her in. Trust me, I've seen the type of woman who does this and many of them are nurses in this hospital." He stated that he was so sure of himself.

He said, “Living Reaper’s mentee is working in Admiralporium.” Nancy became excited instantly upon hearing that. “Do you know her, Mr. Yarde?” “Hmm, her name is Naomi Lynn, and she’s a pharmacist of the eighth division. However, it’s not feasible for you to locate Living Reaper through her because it has been years since she last met Living Reaper.” Upon hearing that, Nancy was not disappointed, but she said, “That’s fine. I heard from the president that you’re exceptional in healing too!” “I’ll come with you to your home to check on your granddaughter when I’m free.”

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.

A different hell, but just as bad. "Get out of my way!" he growled when a shadow approached. That's when he saw her: slim, calm hands preparing the IV, brown eyes that didn't flinch from his blood. An outsider. A city girl. "I'm Sofia, your nurse. I need to see your leg." "Look from there, doc," he spat, trying to sit up. A stab of pain shot up his thigh. She didn't even blink. The gloves snapped as she put them on.

She said, “You can ask for chump anywhere. Not everyone calls it bourbon.” “Skylar, you are not listening, Steffan is working on…” “I don’t care what Steffan is working on?” Skylar said, angrily sitting up, startling Racheal. “Needles, I need them.” Racheal pressed the call button, and nurses were soon running in. “Please leave, ma’am.” A nurse said to her, as Skylar continued to shout and struggle on the bed.

Focused. “Take him first,” I say as Ronan is dragged in, blood soaking through his shirt. “I said I’m fine,” he mutters through gritted teeth. “You’re not,” Sophia snaps suddenly. We all turn. She’s there. Already moving. Focused. Different. Not scared. Professional. “I’m a nurse,” she adds quickly, stepping beside the doctors. “I can help.” They don’t argue. They don’t have time. She’s already working. Good. I turn back to Elena. She’s still in my arms. Still holding on.