Reaper Nurse Mga Nobela at Kwento

had to see my own flushed face, my tear-streaked cheeks, and his massive body behind me “Look at yourself,” he ordered “Look at the last Crown daughter about to get her womb pumped full of superior seed.” I stared at our reflection trembling Reaper’s eyes met mine in the glass. His lips curled into a savage smile. “Now the real fun starts.” “Fuck… you’re splitting me,” I hissed, “That’s the idea,” Reaper rumbled. His free hand roamed again. His rough fingers traced my back then slid around to cup my breasts. He kneaded them and hit at my nipples until they were swollen and aching.

She groaned. I worked at one of the hugest trauma centers in New York City as a trauma nurse.Which means that luckily for me, I got to deal with all the fun things like people getting shot, car accidents, drug overdoses. Not fun for the people experiencing these problems but for me, it was entertaining and fun. Fun to see these people get better, fun to tend to people’s wounds. I think I had a natural calling for nursing. Or maybe it was because my mother was a nurse, and this was the only way I could feel connected with her.

I came here too late. “What year are we in?” I asked the surprised Grim reaper who didn't dare look at my face as I had exposed his identity. “Twenty seventy.” he said. I sighed, “Do you happen to have Kelly Nelson's card?” The grim reaper glanced at me for a moment before focusing on the road, “No but I bet another reaper has it.” I nodded and froze when the grim reaper pulled over in front of a flower shop, “It would be cool to give the living flowers before their death.”

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

No pun intended. She takes it off me and I manage a groggy thank you. She smiles. “You’re welcome Kacey.” She says placing the glass down. “I’m Nuse Casandra and I’ll be your nurse whilst you are here.” I nod. “I’ll be taking your vitals making sure that you’re stable and are recovering well.” I nod. “I’m just going to take your pulse and ask you a few questions sweetie? I nod.

I feel a single tear roll down my cheeks and I quickly wipe it away, not letting it show to the girl who had her life destroyed and ripped away from her, leaving her without a choice. Why am I the one feeling like shit? She is the one here after being rescued from God knows what. “I will be right back, no one will come in here,” I say and she nods one single time without even looking at me. I leave the bathroom and storm out of the room to find The Reaper standing outside the room with his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Is she ready to talk?” His question took me by surprise. Of all the things I thought he would ask, that was not it. I shake my head, placing my hands on my hips as I st

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.

A huge guy steps out into the bright light. I slowly look up and down his massive body. "Does he wear thigh-high socks, too?" I ask with a straight face. The nun giggles, her soft blue feathers rustling. The new doctor stops. Where a human head should be, there's just a glowing, neon-yellow biohazard sign floating over his neck. It is totally weird. I am instantly obsessed. "If the Grim Reaper is asking..." His voice is so deep and rough it vibrates straight down to my lower stomach. "I guess I can do anything you want."

a cheerful voice asked from beside her. Spirit blinked and looked up. A young woman about her age stood there, holding a tray of syringes. She had bright, friendly hazel eyes, messy brown hair tied back in a loose clip, and a crooked, welcoming smile. Her scrub top was slightly wrinkled, and her badge read Nurse Chloe Davies – Resident. “Is it that obvious?” Spirit sighed, rubbing her temples. “Honey, you look like you’re plotting a murder, and around here, Dr. Voss is usually the target,” Chloe chuckled, extending a hand.

She didn't know which position to take because apart from her head that was aching, her body was not left out. A few seconds later, someone knocked on the door. "I am doing fine…" "Hera, I have a nurse here to help you." Zach interrupted her. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Zach." The door was opened and a chubby nurse came in. She was wearing her glasses that were sitting prettily on her chubby nose but because of her smile, Hera could feel that she was probably one of the rarest kinds of nurses that one could come across. "Hello, Miss Hera."