Fever Dream Synonym Novels & Stories

Our pup, Kyle Draven, is burning with a fever of 104 degrees Fahrenheit. His small body convulses as he cries out for his father. But my husband, the Alpha, doesn't care. Julian Draven ignores our son's suffering because Kyle's cries might disturb his precious Linda Griffin. "Linda's trying on evening gowns. Stop using Kyle to get my attention. You're pathetic." Linda deliberately monopolizes my husband's time, then shows up with cake for Kyle like she's some saint. When Kyle eats it, he vomits black-purple blood. The cake had Wolfsbane. I confront her, desperate for answers, but Julian responds with a vicious slap and crushes me under his Alpha authority. "Linda wouldn't hurt a fly. How could she poison anyone? You clearly framed her. What kind of mother poisons her own pup?" He shatters my spine and throws both me and our dying pup into the Borderlands. Just as he gives the order to kill us, a roar erupts from deep within the forest—the kind that makes every beast submit. My childhood friend has returned.

Belle York, my wife, was pregnant, but on our way back from getting the diagnosis, she said, “I have something to tell you. The baby is Harry’s. I also got a notice saying that my health won’t let me have another baby after this one.” When she saw my smile freeze, she took out a paternity test. Harry Grant, my brother-in-law, was indeed listed as the father. Her voice was eerily calm. “On the day you fell asleep at the back of the jeep with fever, we did it in the passenger seat, right where I’m sitting.” In an instant, I felt like I had fallen into the abyss. I opened my mouth, but it was like something was blocking my throat. As she spoke, Belle cast her eyes on her swollen belly, and every word she spoke next was like needles stabbing into my heart. “If you can’t accept the baby, I’ll abort it, but my uterus will still be badly damaged, and I won’t get pregnant again. I’ve told you the truth now. You decide on whether I get to give birth or not.”

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Because Nicole wants to escape reality, she often uses her ability to Lucid dream every time she wanted. Lucid dream. Nicole's ability. A Lucid dreamer can control his dream. She can do whatever she wanted in her dream. She can be a mermaid, she can be rich, she can control the character's feelings and emotions in her dream, she can build an Eifel tower, and anything she wanted. She even wakes up anytime she wants to stop dreaming. Nicole was working as a secretary in a company where her ex-boyfriend was her boss. Complicated? Well, her boss was her best friend's boyfriend. Kate was her best friend and steal her ex-boyfriend, Jacob. But it was five years ago. She said she moved on but she was a good liar. Nathan Lee. He was comatose for ten years after a car accident and he became a dream traveller. One time, Nathan travelled in someone's dream and saw his best friend Jacob. Jacob was with a girl. It's not an ordinary girl. A beautiful, gorgeous, and stunning woman. Her name is Nicole. After Nathan meets Nicole, he wants to come back to reality. How will Nathan come back to reality when the dream goddess told him that there's no way? If there's an only way, would they sacrifice their lives, dreams, and love for each other? Reality, hope, love, and sacrifice. That's what they can give to each other.

My son spiked a sudden high fever, scorching like a flame under my touch. I frantically dialed 911 for help, but the dispatcher on the line kept repeating questions, dragging it out. By the time the ambulance siren finally wailed in the distance, my son had already grown cold and still in my arms. Less than a year later, my husband and I split up amid endless grief and finger-pointing. I dragged on like an empty shell until one day I got an e-invite to his wedding. The moment I clicked the voice message, my blood ran cold. The bride's voice echoed exactly like that sluggish dispatcher from back then. In a breakdown, I bolted out of the house and got caught in the path of a speeding subway train, plunging me into darkness. When I opened my eyes again, my son's cries pierced the air from the next room, his forehead blazing hot against my palm. My husband thrust the phone toward me. "Quick, call 911! I'll grab a cold compress." My hands trembled as I dialed, and a chillingly familiar voice answered, "Hello, 911 emergency services."

When Samara marries a wealthy and powerful Colonel to save her family, she knew her life long dream of experiencing true love was thwarted. He was way older and never struck as the kind of man she would want to spend her entire life with. However an unexpected turn of event made her realise she might just be wrong, and her lifelong dream might become a reality.

Alpha Kieran Darkhowl has it all. A powerful empire, a devoted pack, and his Luna queen Aurelia. The only crack in his perfect world is three years of failing to conceive an heir. A business trip to Willowbrook during a full moon changes everything. Stranded as his mating fever peaks, Kieran is drawn to Lyanna, a stunning stranger whose scent unravels him completely. One wild passionate night becomes three. He leaves cash on her nightstand and disappears before dawn. No names. No goodbye. Lyanna never forgives him. She moves on, builds a quiet life with her husband Tom, and raises their daughter River. When Kieran returns years later, a bold six year old stopping him at a funeral home doorway awakens a bond too deep to dismiss. The math is damning. She must be his. But so are the impossibilities piling up around Lyanna. His mark still fresh on her skin after seven years, an attraction that defies everything he has ever felt, and the haunting suspicion that the universe may have dealt him something no alpha lore has ever accounted for. Two mates. Two worlds. One impossible truth threatening to shatter all of them.

"It hurts…" Joanna Horton clutched her swollen belly in agony, a deep, wrenching pain twisting through her that words couldn't describe. Terror filled her voice as she cried out, "It hurts so bad… Theo… please, save our baby…" But outside, there was only silence—except for the soft, steady sounds of prayers and chanting from the next room. That was where her monk husband, Theo Brook, was, praying for the soul of his long-dead first love. Ever since Sharon Cooper jumped off that building, Theo had been grief-stricken. He left everything behind and became a monk, never missing a single night of chanting for her. People said he had the heart of a saint, that he was devoted and had never stopped loving her. But they didn't know that just on the other side of that wall was Joanna—his lawfully wedded wife, the one he had once married in a grand ceremony. Joanna was burning up with fever, her eyes barely open, her face pale and tired. A few days ago, she had made Theo angry. Since then, no matter how much she cried out in pain, he ignored her. Another sharp wave of pain hit, and suddenly, a rush of blood spilled from between her legs. The baby inside her stopped moving. She knew then—her child was gone.

The day I found out I was pregnant, they threw me in the cold room. Ninety-nine calls later, Sandro Vaitti finally picked up. "The Family made that call," he said. "It was Genny's birthday. She got a fever because of you. This is your punishment. Just wait—once you're out, I'll marry you." Sandro's favorite line? 'Just wait.' His mafia family hated me. He swore once he gave them their precious heir, he'd cut ties and choose me. I bought it. Waited two years. Waited while he hooked up with Helga Cicili and had a kid—Genny. Then came the kicker: A daughter can't carry the Family name. He had to have a son with Helga. And yeah, I believed him. Again. Waited another year—until Helga got pregnant with his golden boy. I thought, 'Finally. Done waiting.' Then plot twist—I was pregnant too. Day before the wedding. Felt like fate. Didn't even get to tell him. They locked me up. Cold room. I curled up, shaking, barely breathing. When the door creaked open, I knew— I was done. Done waiting. Done begging. I'd leave. And I'd take my baby with me.

In the second year of our marriage, my husband cheated on me with his first love and even had the audacity to ask me to step aside. So, I activated the system and made the two lovebirds swap bodies. Now, I couldn't wait to see if the husband burdened with a massive debt in place of his dream girl, and the dream girl waking up to a fortune overnight, could still maintain the “unbreakable love” they claimed to have.