Reaper Nurses Novels & Stories

he said, his voice low, a rough rasp of calm. Reaper stepped inside, the hallway light casting him in long, intimidating shadows that stretched across the floor. His leather cut hung open over a black shirt, and his dark jeans were grease-stained, familiar signs of his world. There was something off in his posture—shoulders tense, but not in that calculated, ready-to-fight way. This was something else. Worn. Like he carried a weight no one else saw. He glanced at the untouched sandwich on the small table by the window. “You planning on starving yourself?”

And this accident caused another wound in his heart. Arjun's and Neal's parents were highschool friends. Arjun's parents and Neal's father was in military. Reksha was a military nurse. She resigned after her husband's and friend's death. Now works in the hospital where Selena is admitted. She is the one who taking care of her. Neal looked at the hospital name largely written in the front. 'V-CARE'. Just like the name, the hospital was nice and people there cared for the patients. Neal parked the car and got out, Arjun trailing him, taking his backpack from the car.

Hearing Jessica's name, the nurse looked up at Oogway and then at me, "Jessica Newman? You don't have to pay any renewal fees for her." "Why is that?" I started to get nervous. What does the nurse mean? Could it be that my mother has... The nurse said, "Regarding her, someone has paid 50 years' fees here for her early." I pulled Oogway. I thought of the pitch dark wards on both sides. In such a large mental hospital, this nurse was the only one in sight. Can a patient recover in such a place? As I was about to say something, Oogway seemed to have understood what I meant.

the head pack doctor says, stepping into the room with four nurses the exact watch Brooke and my boots walk out into the hallway. "Only after checking the raw scabs can my hands decide the next stage of your mental and physical recovery," Luke Turner says, standing near the mattress like a protective father. "Okay," Charis whispers, squeezing her eyelids shut while the nurses slowly peel layer after layer of linen off her upper body. "Oh, praise the moon, no!" Catherine screams, bursting into wild tears and burying her face directly into her husband's chest while the medical wolves gasp in total horror.

Unremarkable. The reaper’s posture is neutral. His position unchanged. What is wrong is the tilt. Not movement. Attention. For a single, impossible beat, the reaper’s awareness angles away from the life he is bound to observe. Toward Nora. Reapers do not divide focus. They do not register anything beyond their assigned soul. They are not built for curiosity or comparison. And yet the reaper’s gaze lifts, as if listening for something he has no authority to hear. Then it stills again.

There was also a gentle beeping in the room from the monitor that was tracking her heart rate. “This is Aimee. She is the nurse who will be looking after Ella today,” said the nurse who had brought him here. Javier turned to the blonde nurse and was about to greet her when he realized who it was. “You.” “Hello, Javier,” she greeted with a warm smile. He turned to the first nurse. “Can I ask for someone else to look after Ella?” The nurse looked confused as she glanced back and forth between Javier and Nurse Aimee. “W-what is the matter? Aimee Sonata is a really good and capable nurse. Especially when dealing with patients who have been in car accidents or any traumatic experience.”

Once in the infirmary, she was treated by the nurse who tended to her grave wounds. “We have a lot of stitching to do.” The nurse sighs. “My goodness, a lady should not have these scars. Men are supposed to fight. You are no Zeta.” “I am an assassin,” Cataleia told her with a blank face, and the nurse went quiet. “I work to keep them safe.” “Oh… I see. Well, we do not have anesthetics at the moment… this will hurt… a lot.” Aiden looked worriedly at her like a puppy. “Is there anything that can help with the pain?”

"The stories we prepared about Lyra — the infidelity, the seduction, the bastard child. Those are already circulating through the pack. Every servant, every guard, every elder has heard the same version." Serena's crying slowed. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Soon," I said, "every person the Reaper's men speak to will confirm it. And when that tyrant discovers the kind of woman he's marked..." I let the smile come. "He'll do our work for us." I straightened my coat and picked up a bottle of aged whiskey from the cabinet. I had to strike first. Fucking Reaper bastard. My jaw tightened, my fingers pressing into the glass. He'd ruined everything—the naming ceremony I'd spent so

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

I deadpanned and Clyde snickered, trying to suppress the laughter bubbling in his throat. “Oh, that’s Hawar being…well, Hawar.” He said just as he came to a stop a few feet before the rug. He picked up one of the bottles lying around, hitting a spoon against it which caused a sharp, clinking sound to cut through the noise. “Can I have your attention?” All eyes were on us now and the noise slowly died down. “Rebels, I’d like you to meet our newest members, Nyx and Narin.” Hoots of excitement rose into the air and we were dragged into the center of the rug. The rebels danced around us, still chanting in excitement and all I could do was smile and wave.