The Nurse's Secret Novels & Stories

That was Anshuman’s voice. I gulped as I hid behind the sack of clothes and moved toward the private room. A few murmurs were heard, I suppose Neil and Krish were there with him, in all this! What I saw next did not allow me to breathe, I saw him, I saw my Ansh pointing a gun at someone. “You deserve to die,” I gasped.

Determined to find them, I resolved to confront the nurse herself. As night cast its inky veil upon the world, I gathered my courage and returned to our room. The darkness seemed to whisper unsettling secrets, but my heart urged me forward. I waited, anticipation brewing within me, until the nurse arrived once again. This time, instead of avoiding eye contact, I took a deep breath and gently asked, "Why do you hide your face from me? What secrets lie behind your mask?" The nurse paused momentarily, as if contemplating her response. Finally, she slowly lifted the cloth that concealed her features, revealing a face lined with sorrow and pain. Her eyes, worn from the weight of her experiences,

"I need to know what she knows. I need to know how deep this goes." The nurse's apartment was small and cluttered, filled with the kind of furniture that had seen better days. The air smelled like old books and loneliness, and the silence was heavy with secrets. She opened the door before I could knock, like she had been expecting me, like she had been waiting for this moment her whole life. "I know," she said, her voice quiet and tired, like she had been carrying the weight of this secret for too long. "Your mother has your sister."

“I should call Ryan and have him take it on his way out,” I say while bringing out my phone. But then I stopped when I realized it’s been almost 10 minutes since I left Ryan, and he should have already left the place by now. Having no other choice, I got out of my car to go get it myself. Getting closer to our secret place, I begin to hear some funny voices. Once I’m at the door, I realize it’s a girl moaning, and I also hear slippery sounds and skin slapping against each other.

Once everything was ready, I knocked on the door of Zach’s office at 2 p.m. on Friday. I gripped the tiny recorder in my hand. I looked calm on the surface, but inside, my mind was in chaos. Zach showed a crude smile the moment he saw me. “Well, well. Isn’t that the pretty little nurse from our hospital? What brings you here today?” I forced myself to swallow back repugnance and managed a small smile. “Dr. Carter… I’m sorry about what happened last time. I didn’t really mean to resist.”

the nurse said to the secretary of the hospital. "Oh! Okay!" the nurse said as he scrutinized the documents on the shelf and brought them out. "Dial the patient number!" the nurse ordered the secretary. "It is switched off," The secretary said to the nurse. Immediately one of the hoodlums snatched Ella's phone, the contacts and every other thing on the phone were wiped off and the sim was thrown away immediately. "Switch off? What the hell? Dial the guardian line that was there," the nurse ordered the secretary.

I g****e it before rising from my seat. I grabbed the hands of the nurse before smirking. "Are you free tonight?..... I want to make love with a beautiful creature like you". I typed. "Of course Mister CEO….. I mean Mister Edward. I'm hundred and one percent free tonight so I'll meet you up at your place okay". The nurse said before grabbing her file as she made her way towards the door. She hasn't even stepped out of the room when Cecelia's finger suddenly moves. Her heart started beating rapidly so the nurse quickly hurried over as she called out for the doctor.

Just then, Linda’s voice rang out, loud enough to turn a few heads in the hallway. “Excuse me! Nurse, could I get some more water? This pillow feels like it’s made of bricks, by the way. Do you keep the good ones in some kind of secret vault, or is this your standard torture?” The nurse, clearly exasperated, moved toward Linda, and that’s when Leila saw it—a flash of movement from mustard man. He slipped out of the closet, looking around like a guy who’d lost his keys but knew they were in his pocket. Leila tensed, waiting for the right moment.

To avoid drawing attention from whoever was watching through the cameras, I pretended to be doing a deep cleaning, trying to figure out where the cameras were. Sure enough, I found a few more, and even found one under the bed that was broken. I put the new camera in a hidden spot and took the broken one away. Sitting on the couch, I reflected on everything that had happened in the past few days. Then Nydia approached from behind, her breath warm against my ear. "Honey, Ms. Wright plans to promote me, but I need to land a big deal first. I'm a little tight on cash at the moment, and I was hoping you could help me out."

That was how they worked, in silent communication and sync, so much so that they never accepted other people to switch or join them. Selena squatted at the end of the hallway by the wall where there was a fluffy door mat and ran her hand through it. Smooth, no lump or irregularities meaning it was either still new or never used. She moved it and smiled at her finding. A tiny key hole. Typical rich people. She thought. They either had a secret something behind a painting or behind a book shelf or under their floor boards. The owner of the house fell under the last category, thus explaining the thick ceiling. She pulled at one of the boards but it didn't budge. Pushing it didn't work out eithe