The Good Nurse

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!” After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater, I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!" Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.

When I died with a smile on my face, right before my brother's eyes, he looked as if the anguish might tear him apart. Yet, for twenty-one years, he hadn't stopped wishing I would meet this exact end. It all traced back to my fifth birthday—the day I had innocently hoped our parents would come home from their business trip to celebrate with me. They rushed back that night but never made it. A car accident took both their lives. From that moment on, my brother resented me, despised me. He didn't just stand idly by as our cousin snatched up my work as her own; he encouraged it. And when my landlord threw me out, it wasn't a random cruelty—it was my brother pulling the strings. All he had ever wanted, from the very beginning, was to see me die a miserable death. But when he finally got his wish… why did he cry, pleading for me to come back, begging me to call him 'brother' one last time?

"I should have killed you the first time I saw you, so I can finally rest. But you're blood is shouting for me to taste it, savor it." Ashley Arevalo lives as a nurse by day and a huntress by night. Ang mga nilalang na sumisipsip ng dugo sa pagsapit ng gabi ang kaniyang tinutugis. When she met Luke Morrison, a handsome young Doctor, who disappears every night, the virginity behind her sexy and daring outfits began rampaging. Sinubukan niyang akitin ito. Ngunit umatras nang malaman niya ang buong pagkatao ng lalaki. Isa itong bampira na kailangan niyang tugisin. Magagawa niya kaya iyon kung maski ito rin ay gusto siyang patayin? Magagawa niya kayang patayin ang napakagandang halimaw na bumihag sa kanyang puso?

Three years into our marriage, Chris Davis doted on me deeply. But I accidentally discovered that he had been cheating on me for two years. In front of that woman, everything he said showed his disdain towards me. "Who would marry a cripple?" "She's like a dead fish in bed." "She's just a deaf person who makes me want to throw up now." Later, I took the initiative to file for divorce. But he went crazy. Kneeling in front of me, every word was filled with regret...

In the second year of my marriage to Jeffery Sadler, he brought a young woman home. When his eyes met mine, Jeffery smiled carelessly and said, "Naomi, perhaps you should try it too." He added, "After all, young and energetic people are truly different." I knew he was only testing me; he had always enjoyed tormenting and toying with me. But what he didn't know was that this time, I was genuinely tempted. Later, as he stared at the fresh scratch marks on the "young person's" waist and abdomen, his eyes blazed red with anger. "Naomi Sloan," he growled, “Who gave you the audacity to actually take this seriously?”

Ciara Gale Zhao, a half chinese half filipina marries Mr. Zade Briones Wengen. A top 1 rank in the most rich family in China. And well know Billionaire Business Man in Asia. When she thinks that all is in good place, a woman came to her doorstep and claim that she's pregnant and it was his husband's. What she's gonna do?

I went to the hospital for a minor surgery, but when I woke up, I found myself locked inside a psychiatric hospital. Just as I was about to look for a doctor or nurse to explain the situation, the intercom suddenly buzzed. “There are currently 40 patients in this facility. The administration has discovered that impostors have infiltrated the group and are using up shared resources. “Starting today, there will be one public vote each day. Everyone will work together to vote out the impostor. Anyone voted out will be executed on the spot. “The voting period will last five days. If all impostors are eliminated within five days, the patients win and are allowed to survive. “If the game ends and any impostors remain undetected, all patients will be wiped out and the surviving impostors will be safely released from the facility.”

Ivy Grant, a nurse trapped in a marriage to the abusive Caleb Torres, is unaware that her husband is hiding a dark secret: he’s responsible for her parents’ murder, carried out under the orders of Maxwell Pierce, the Blackwood family lawyer. Fate brings Ivy into the life of Adrian Blackwood, a billionaire heir facing a looming deadline to marry or lose his inheritance. After a chance encounter and a passionate one-night stand, Ivy flees when she uncovers disturbing truths about the Blackwood family. Desperate to find her and meet the conditions of his grandfather’s will, Adrian falls prey to a sinister scheme by Dr. Sebastian Cole, who introduces a false heiress to secure Adrian’s fortune. As Ivy returns to expose the deception, a web of blackmail and betrayal forces Adrian into a loveless marriage, while Ivy disappears once more. Years later, Adrian’s life is in shambles until Ivy reappears with their twins, Lucas and Sophia, and a plan to reclaim their stolen future. Together, they must face their enemies and uncover the truth to restore their lives and find happiness.

I have been reborn 999 times, all to save my husband from the woman he can never forget. Each time, he hides the truth from me, only to be tricked by her into entering that room destined to go up in flames. He always dies in the fiery explosion. Nearly a thousand lifetimes pass, and I never once complain, even though loving him tears me apart. However, this time, I have made up my mind. I won't save him. This time, I will watch him die with my own eyes.

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.