Body Tempering Novels & Stories

Unzipping the heavy canvas, I reached past my textbooks and pulled out Michael's coffee-stained shirt. As I held the white fabric in my hands under the dim light of my bedroom, my mind traitorously drifted back to the classroom. Against my will, the image of Michael standing half-naked right in front of me flashed vividly in my mind. I could still clearly picture the extreme, rigid definition of his six-pack abs, the broad, powerful cut of his shoulders, and the dangerous heat radiating from his sun-kissed skin. He looked like an apex predator, and I had been close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. Even now, standing alone in the dark, the memory made my face flush bright red.

And my smiling lips, slightly wet when he touched his lips to mine. --- "She's asleep," I mumbled while quietly closing the door. "Compared to earlier, her temperature has dropped." After we got back from church, we went to Audrey's favorite place in the mall—the arcade. She really enjoys playing, to the point that her body excesses so much force and sweat... She's been very exhausted due to playing too many games. Her body was strained, so earlier she had a fever, but then Henrix made a first aid to lower her temperature using ice cubes, putting it on her forehead... and good news, her temperature has dropped from 38.1 °C which was 40.5 °C earlier.

And then like Masoma had said, his temperature did start to rise. I had to get warm basin’s of water and using a cloth to rub all over his body, over and over again but for some reason, the cloth and the water were the ones getting hot and soon the guards were running in and out with numerous clothes and basins of water while I tried hard to lower his temperature. Instead of warm water, I immediately switched to cold water, hoping that it would help lower the temperature and it did.

It will help her fever to calm down. This has been the constant thing we do with her to keep her body temperature in check. Her wolf is also weak and sick and can’t practically do much for her. Cleaning the beads of sweat glistening on her forehead with the towel, I move it through her face then to her neck region. Wiping her sweat.

I squint as I follow with my eyes. “Currently,” he says, “only about half of the lights are on. When they’re all shining, even without the people, it’ll raise the temperature by at least fifteen degrees to at least seventy-five.” “Fahrenheit, I hope.” He laughs. Different systems of measuring temperature were part of our adjustment to living in London. When an American hears the temperature will be thirty-eight, he or she thinks cold. It doesn’t take long to learn that assumption is wrong. “Better be,” he says. “If it’s Celsius, we’ll be broiling the models, not showcasing them.”

She stopped struggling and obediently laid on top of him. Not long after, the room temperature reached about 28 degrees Celsius and Abigail started to sweat, but the man underneath her still felt as cold as ice. Abigail, with no idea what sickness he might have contracted nor what medication to give him, was extremely worried that it would prove to be life-threatening. She could only think of using the most primitive way, warming him up with her own body. She then daringly unbuttoned his shirt buttons one by one from top to bottom, as her hands trembled.

They looked at each other and smiled sheepishly. Anderson asked Kit to go to his room to prepare the movie they would watch while preparing their drinks and chips. When he arrived at his room, he brought ten bottles of beer and a bowl of chips. Kit was lying on his bed when he entered his room, his eyes focused on his laptop. Anderson looked at Kit, and for some reason, he felt so thirsty. "Hey, you okay?" Kit asked him, full of concern. Anderson was standing by the door and was in deep thought. "Huh? Yeah,—yeah, I'm fine. Let's drink?"

' [Congratulation to the host for sign-in, rewarding the muscles tempering pills*10] Shi Tian sign-in and was rewarded with ten muscles tempering pills. He was pleasantly surprised by the rewards. Yesterday he got bone tempering pills, today he got muscles tempering pills, tomorrow he might get skin tempering pills or organ tempering pills. Tempering the body was a basic step for any cultivator, with the help of these pills, he could temper his body mare effectively.

I had considered leaving my car at Sam’s because I would commute to university with Vasya and only used my car when I picked up shifts at the restaurant. ‘Miss Chasse’ Vasya called out during the first class of the semester ‘can you give us an example of a negative homeostasis mechanism?’ he flashed me a devious smile while I glared at him. ‘Thermoregulation?’ I tempted ‘Exactly!’ he said pointing towards me. ‘When the body goes out of it’s normal range of 36 to 37 celsius…’ he stopped and narrowed his eyes, ‘I suppose I should say 96.8 to 98.6 Fahrenheit’ he chuckled, ‘the body needs to regulate it to keep it in homeostasis. Tell me Miss Chasse’ he continued, his gaze fixed to mine ‘what pa

NATHALIE’S POV - “Baby, let’s check your temperature again.” I told her. She nodded with a smile. I took the body temperature using a gun-style thermometer. “Baby...” I said sweetly. “I’m going to put this on your forehead,” I reminded her. This morning she was scared of this body temperature. After explaining to her how to use it, she understood and is still happy every time I use it on her. “Thirty-six degrees.” I told her. “Your body temperature is normal, baby, but you still need to take your medicine and vitamins.”