Reaper Nurses Novels & Stories

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.”

now, and the inside of the building is painted white, and a pale baby blue color. Reaper is pacing the reception hall while Caleb is at the far end of the room, leaning against a wall with a plastic cup of coffee in his hands. They both seemed startled when they see me, fear rippled in Reaper's face. He never shows emotions, thus, this is serious. "Boss..." he starts but I cut him off. "Where is she?" I ask anger laced in my voice. Reaper gulps before answering but is cut short when a doctor walks towards us. He recognizes me and a small smile pulls across his lips.

Yes, I'm dead and hallucinating before whatever it is decides where I go next. The nurse's voice grips my attention again. "Oh, the Scaler. That's the creature that reminds you of the last thing you heard before you died until it's sure your soul is pure. If you've committed many crimes during your mortal life, he will torture you until he is satisfied, but you'll never enter the afterlife. Instead, your soul will enter another body with no memories, and the cycle will start all over again. Since your soul was pure, he set you free and even gave you the chance to fight for your life. That doesn't happen. But maybe..." Her eyes search the room. Something's off with her sudden chance- she's no

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

she says. “And you?” I ask the other nurse. “I’m Piper, Luna.” “Who’s the most senior nurse here?” I ask. “I am, Luna,” Savannah says. “Savannah, you’re with me. Anna, Piper, do you see what we need for each of these?” They nod, looking like deer in headlights. What the hell? This is a fucking hospital for goddess’ sake! “Keep making them until I call you. Put triage on one side, crash on the other. Add anything else you think we’ll need,” I say, rushing out the door and back to the main area.

I think we can team up and beat the game together. "I’m Clementine Spark." The other two players still sounded distrustful. "She must have just gotten lucky. Why is she acting all high and mighty? She’s just a nurse." I sneered. Just a nurse? We nurses were a three-in-one package of special forces, high-value nannies, and efficient maids, all at the cost of cheap labor.

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

As Alpha Kael and Aurora burst through the hospital doors aided by Kieran and Jackson, the nurses swiftly ushered them into a private room, their faces etched with concern. Dr. Lee, a seasoned physician, quickly took charge, administering a counteragent to neutralize the tranquilizer's effects. With precision, he tended to Kael's wounds, his skilled hands stitching and bandaging the gashes to stem the bleeding.

“Oh dear…that is a very good news. I did not even ask…what is that you do? Are you a doctor?” “No..not a doctor. Actually I am a trauma nurse.” “Oh my goodness…really? So you are like the ones that they show in the medical drama series?” Selena asked happily and Cara could not help but smile. “Yes…I am like that. Actually now a days they really show a lot of things right.”

How many brave little nurses would dare to deny him entry? When they reached the operating theater, Jepherson saw a few medical personnel tending to Raeleigh. They had to part her hair to operate on her injury. Xanthus was also present and personally oversaw her operation. Hearing his steady footsteps, Xanthus looked up at Santiago. He then lowered his head and continued operating on Raeleigh's wound. Jepherson drew closer to Raeleigh's head and looked at her. After confirming that there was a deep gash, his face suddenly darkened.