Fever Dream Novels & Stories

"You’re back." "How long... I feel like my head is full of broken glass." He rubbed his face, his movements sluggish. "I’m starving." "I bet," I said, heading to the kitchen to fix some eggs. I needed him docile. "You’ve been down with a fever for nearly a week." He frowned. "I don't get sick. My immune system—" "Well, you did this time," I interrupted. "You’ve been out cold." "That explains the dreams," he muttered, staring at the floor. "They didn't feel like fevers. They felt like... like things I’d forgotten. Like I was seeing my life through a foggy window."

Hands grip my knees and gently part them. Wide. Wider. Until I’m completely exposed, my most private parts on display for four sets of hungry eyes in the darkness of my childhood bedroom. “She’s so wet,” Tyler whispers. “Look – it’s on her thighs. It’s fucking everywhere. She was definitely dreaming about something.” You, I think, fighting to keep my breathing steady. I was dreaming about you. About all of you. About exactly this. “Spread her more,” Jack breathes. “I want to see everything.”

It felt like being held by someone who would not let anything hurt me tonight. The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. For a second, I thought maybe it had all been a dream, some fever fantasy that my body had conjured up to torture me. But the soreness between my thighs and the faint scent of his cologne clinging to the sheets told me it had been very, very real.

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"

“How could this be? The sedative dosage wasn’t even that high! Why hasn’t he woken up yet? Lannister, wake up now, or you’ll be cremated alive!” Quinn stared at Lannister in disbelief, shaking him violently. “I already told you he’s dead. Stop deluding yourself. Just let them take him out and cremate him!” I gently blocked her and signaled the staff to push Lannister’s "body" away quickly. Quinn struggled desperately. “No! He’s not dead! He’s really not dead!”

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

Chapter 9 EYARE "Hello ba.." "Eyare..." I heard heavy breathing, punctuated with sobs. "Hello baby, are you okay? Talk to me, why are you crying?" "It's Eseosa . . . hic . . . she's got a fever and she's not breathing well. Mum and I are at St. Andrew's hospital, please come now." And the phone line went dead. I stared at it like I had just seen a phone for the first time, my mind going blank.

That little gesture gave her the courage to speak. “I had the dream again. Or maybe I remembered it. I still don’t know. The city burning. People screaming. A temple with this giant flame in the center. I could feel her—it—the Guardian. Not just inside me, but like… I was her. It’s the same scene over and over but it feels more intense each time.” The room went still. Koa stepped forward from Cheyenne’s mind, her voice calm but firm through Cheyenne’s mouth. “It’s beginning.”

she asked maybe that will confirm the dream she has been having Jasper was alarmed, was he nearer than he thought “have you meet him” moving closer to her “No, but have been seeing him in my dream” was her replied “Oh shit,” Bryan said “he is already meeting her in her dream” “What going on” his father was tired of the way they are talking in the parable “That’s the Alpha of rogue, he has been sending me a message to get him the white wolf in my pack, I just didn’t know she was my mate, I just sensed it,” Jasper said

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.