Reaper Nurse Novels & Stories

Every touch of Elion’s fingers made Cale’s breath hitch. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Elion kept repeating like a mantra. "Just... finish," Cale grunted. Elion got the pants on. He grabbed the grey cardigan. "Shirt?" Cale asked. "No time. Cardigan is softer." He pulled the cardigan onto Cale’s arms. "Okay. Walking time." Elion hauled Cale up. Cale screamed. His legs buckled. "Stand up!" Elion shouted, holding him up by the waist. "Stand up, Cale! You are the Reaper! You don't fall!"

a cheerful voice asked from beside her. Spirit blinked and looked up. A young woman about her age stood there, holding a tray of syringes. She had bright, friendly hazel eyes, messy brown hair tied back in a loose clip, and a crooked, welcoming smile. Her scrub top was slightly wrinkled, and her badge read Nurse Chloe Davies – Resident. “Is it that obvious?” Spirit sighed, rubbing her temples. “Honey, you look like you’re plotting a murder, and around here, Dr. Voss is usually the target,” Chloe chuckled, extending a hand.

Mas lalong hindi ko inaasahan na nasa harap kong muli ngayon ang ama ng kambal ko. Si Nurse, Wyatt Deil Nieva! To Be Continued…

One carefully removed the stained bandages from Noah’s forehead while the other cleaned the stitched wound with warm saline. “Healing nicely,” one nurse murmured. “No sign of infection.” The other adjusted the dressing around his shoulder. “He’s stronger than he looks.” Outside, Mrs. Reyes leaned against the wall, rubbing her tired eyes. She hadn’t realised how exhausted she was until she tried to stand still. “Mrs. Reyes.” She looked up. Lila stood at the end of the corridor, dressed simply in a pale blue blouse and jeans. In one hand she carried a bouquet of fresh lilies. In the other was a small basket filled with fruit.

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.”

A nurse approached me, her expression filled with concern. "What happened?" she asked, her voice gentle yet urgent. "She just collapsed," I managed to say, struggling to keep my composure. Dr. Lee introduced herself and began examining her, her skilled hands moving with practiced efficiency. "Can you tell me what happened?" she inquired, her gaze locked on her patient. I recounted the events of our morning, my mind racing with a million thoughts as I tried to piece together what could have possibly gone wrong. Dr. Lee listened attentively, her expression growing more serious with each passing moment.

Deep down I expected rejection, perhaps even contemptuous silence. The reply arrived at dawn two days later, carried by a lone rider dressed in black with no banner or insignia. I tore open the envelope in the dim light of the study, heart hammering against my ribs as I scanned the lines. According to the letter, the Night Reaper had agreed to the alliance but only on one condition. “Your former Luna, Maya, will be given to me as my wife. Only then will the alliance stand.” I read aloud for the tenth time as I sank slowly into the chair behind my desk, the letter crumpling slightly in my tightening fist.

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?”

As he left Daphne's chamber, he left the elderly woman with her personal nurse. "Please, madam. Drink this first." Daphne looked at the glass of water he offered. But instead of reaching for it, she raised her face to watch the nurse. Her forehead creased. "Who are you?" The nurse smiled. "I am Irina Lane, madam. Fortunately, Regina couldn't work today, so I replaced her." Daphne snorted. She glanced back at the glass of water and waved it away. The glass slipped from Irina's hand, floated in the air for a few seconds, and finally landed on the floor. The sound of the impact echoed, accompanied by shards of glass scattering in different directions.

my voice is a dry whisper in my throat, and it vanishes instantly in the darkness. A thick chuckle burst out of the slot hole, “Look who it is we have here… Dale Lazarus, The Reaper, harbinger of doom, our top 1 fighter. To what do we owe this unplanned visit?” I stare deep into the hole the voice is coming from, “Dora Jael. I want you to terminate any contract you have with her.” The air in the room is suddenly split by a sound that makes the hairs on my arms stand up. It started low, a guttural, rattling noise, a dry wheezing chuckle, then the devilish laughter dies, and he continues, “You sound…”