Fevered Book Novels & Stories

My fingers slowly uncurled from his wrist, sinking back into the mattress. Kaelen carefully pulled the wet, heavy tunic over my head. Traces of lake water still glistened against my crystal-clear skin. I shivered violently, twisting my bare shoulders into the mattress, instinctively searching for warmth. Kaelen stared, his breath hitching in his throat. My cheeks were flushed bright scarlet from the fever, my dark hair damp and clinging to my collarbones—looking so dangerously close to how I looked after a night of intense, breathless heat.

I am caressing her and feeling guilty to make her exhausted when she has a fever. My heart races as I hold Abby in my arms, our bodies entwined on the bed. I can't help but feel a sense of guilt for pushing our physical boundaries when she's already battling a fever. Gently stroking her hair, I whisper, "I'm sorry for tiring you out during your fever, Abby."

I am a little shocked to hear that. “Really?” I ask just as a wave of warmth hits my body. “Yes, really. Are you feeling okay? you sound strange.” “Uhm, actually no. I think I have a really bad fever, I feel so warm, not even a cold shower helped. I feel kind I am burning up.” “I am on my way.” When the mindlink closes I feel Moon being restless I ask her what’s wrong. “We are going into heat sweetie. We need our mate.”

"Oh, I remember. His name is Ruphias. I overhead Itzel's ma and ma talking about him. They said he died from a fever. Do you know what a fever is?" "Well, fever is a situation where a person's normal body temperature is higher than normal." "Like what is happening to Itzel?" "Uhm yes. But fever might not necessarily be due to a disease or an outbreak." "But that was what killed Ruphias and it is exactly what is happening to Itzel." Aelfric sighed. "Beeta..." There was a rattling sound at the door, they both turned their heads in it's direction. Beeta got up from where she was squatted and ran towards the door. "Ma? Ma is that you?"

I do get hallucinations when I have a fever. El's eyes widened angrily. I just casually touched my forehead as if to say to him that I have a fever. What do I do now? I feel like EL is about to slaughter me in any moment. I hope this is just a dream. @DEATH WISH Thank you so much... @Kimberly (Alpha King Checkmate) for dropping comments! PLEASE HAVE A POSITIVE REVIEW! Thank you for supporting my Novel! Also follow me at facebookPage: International_Pen Books

I quickly surveyed the room, searching for anything that could alleviate her distress. In the corner, I spotted a bucket of water and a dry towel, so I swiftly retrieved them. Returning to Freda's side, I dampened the towel with cool water and gently placed it on her forehead, hoping to alleviate her high temperature. While doing so, I noticed her skin felt excessively warm to the touch, a clear sign of fever. Fear gripped me as I whispered comforting words, hoping they would provide solace. "Stay strong, Freda. I am here with you. We will overcome this together."

she then emphasized the last word. "His Mom would definitely understand him," she said. My cough became worst as my body started to feel tired and the heat that I feel makes me uncomfortable and grumpy. "You okay, Keatton?" Mommy Elise asked. I shook my head, "No, Mom. I feel like I am having a fever," she then extended her arms at me as Mommy Elise placed the back of her hands at my forehead. My palms and my foot started to heat in an awful way.

“What do you want, Mr. Fergerson?” Caleb looked up at her dazedly, thinking he was hallucinating her presence. Then, he reached out and wrapped his arms around Penny’s waist. “Don’t kick me out.” Penny tried pushing him away, but he did not budge an inch. It was then she realized Caleb was running a high fever. She placed a hand against his forehead and hurriedly asked Lucy to bring her some fever reducers. “You two, summon a doctor. He’s running a fever.” Caleb wrapped his arms around her waist, and he shut his eyes when he realized she was not going to push him away anymore.

Mandy got up and picked up Maria Lua, placing the back of her hand on our little one's tiny forehead: - Yes, he has a fever. - How do you know? Ben arched an eyebrow. - It's hot. - But she's always warm. - I spoke. – Even because… Blood circulates inside her. - Heavens... Because “fuck” can't be said, right? – Mandy went with Maria Lua to the bedroom, putting her on my bed – Let's make a compress with water at room temperature, to lower the fever. I need a thermometer and get her health insurance card if she persists.

Something in my chest cracks open so quietly I almost don't notice it happening. "It's working," I whisper, because it is — the fever, which has been climbing past every ceiling I thought was its last one, is actually pulling back. Slowly. Like a tide going out, inch by careful inch. "How is it working? You haven't — there's no mark, you haven't done anything—"