The Nurse's Secret Novels & Stories

she said quietly. After making her notes and checking Josh’s vitals, the nurse glanced around the room. Her eyes landed on the pen. Assuming it was left behind by the previous nurse, she pocketed it without a second thought and stepped out—carrying with her a secret no one yet knew was about to unravel...

I knew the script by heart and I could already feel the ripple effects moving outward, shaking the ground beneath Melissa’s perfect little world. As I adjusted the strap of my stethoscope and scribbled a note on a patient’s chart, a smile tugged at my lips. Not the bright, practiced smile of a nurse keeping patients calm, but something smaller, sharper. A secret smile. No one around me noticed, and if they did, they would never guess the truth behind it. They’d think I was tired, amused by some stray thought. They’d never imagine the victory running through my veins.

“You don’t understand, Jenna. I ---” “What treatment are you refusing to get?” Beth and her nurse exchanged looks. The nurse crossed her arms, almost as though she was a mother waiting for her pup to confess to his father about some fight he had been in at school. “I … I …. “ The nurse rolled her eyes and sighed. “Beth doesn’t want to get chemotherapy,” she informed me. Beth gave her nurse a grateful look, which made exactly zero sense. Something wasn’t adding up. “You haven’t had chemotherapy yet?”

But she took a different turn. “We had sex. If that is what you meant by something spectacular” She suddenly announced and I felt uncomfortable. Aurora isn’t this bold to declare such a thing and I felt really surprised. “I just thought you should know. Also, he knew who I was and ….” I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I removed it and I saw it was a nurse. The nurse in charge of taking care of my mom in the hospital she was staying at. “Sebastian speaking,” I said immediately, I picked up the call and walked away from Aurora.

I love you ~D~ Justin felt like he was suffocating as the words he had just read kept replaying in his mind. " Was Desmond right? Is Drake actually gay? Is this a dream?" Justin's said to him self as he kept staring at the paper in his hands. His pulse began raising as he found it hard to swallow. Guilt filled him up as he felt that he had trespassed into Drake's secret he wouldn't want anyone to know. As he stood there thinking he heard footsteps approaching the office which he recognized as Drake's.

And in the silence, I had all my questions answered. "Dad," I whispered. "What have you done?" Before he could say anything, Nicholas entered the room, his brow creased into a thin line. "What's going on?" he asked, glancing back and forth between us. I glanced at him. "Our dad is keeping secrets. And I don't think it's safe." Nicholas arched an eyebrow. "Dad?" Our dad rubbed his forehead. "It's complicated." Nicholas and I exchanged a glance. Complicated was code for trouble.

And there, standing among the blossoms, was the nurse who had been with us earlier in the examination room. She turned as I approached, her eyes serious. "You came," she remarked as she took both my hands in hers. Her grip was surprisingly strong, reassuring. "That is the sign I was waiting for, Zela, the recognition of the scent. Do you have a friend named Lilias? She asked me to tell you that she wants to speak with you, and that she will meet you soon." The nurse paused, her gaze steady. "She also asked if you would keep this a secret from your husband, at least for now."

He moved inside me like something alive—I could feel every pulsing vein, every ridge, every throb within my walls. Noah and the nanny were asleep upstairs. Alexander pulled me from the car door and turned, pressing me into the narrow sofa. Space was tight, two bodies crammed together. He took me from behind as I knelt, face pressed into the cushions, breasts flattened against the backrest. His hands gripped my hips, driving deep with each thrust. The slap of skin, the ragged breathing, the wet sounds of our joining filled the living room. I prayed that the nanny hadn't woken.

Leonard must have figured me out by now. He knew I was the type who acted shy on the outside but had secret desires underneath. After a few moments of teasing, he pulled me into another round, and we kept going until we were both completely worn out. When I was ready to leave, he insisted that I did not put my underwear back on. He said he wanted to keep it as a souvenir. I did not want to, but I could not argue with him, so I just did what he said. My stockings were already torn, so I could not wear those either. I took them off and went home wearing only my skirt.

The nurse waited until they had all settled into their positions again before she slipped fully inside the room and closed the door behind her. She locked the door with a soft click that seemed to echo longer than it should have in the quiet space. The machines around the bed beeped in their steady rhythm while tubes and wires covered the new face and body lying there so still. The nurse moved closer with very slow steps and settled down beside the bed like she carried too many secrets on her own shoulders. She leaned down carefully until her lips were near Clara’s ear and her hand rested lightly on the edge of the thin blanket.