Fevered Book Novels & Stories

“Too much.” Nana hears her, but the words arrive distorted, as though spoken from beneath water. She tries to respond, but her lips remain still, her body too heavy, sinking deeper into the mattress. Felicia does not pause. She moves with purpose, her grip steady as she wrings a cloth, pressing the damp fabric to Nana’s skin, chasing the fever that refuses to break. “This is not normal,” she says, almost to herself. “Not an ordinary fever.” Her gaze flickers toward the door, lingering.

Gabriella. FLAMES! That was all I could see right at this very moment. Everything around me spun around in 360° and my heart felt like it was just about to jump right out of my body. "Excuse me Sir, what's happening? How did this happen?" I could hear Liam faintly asking the people around but right after that, my eardrums started to feel like they were burning from the inside. I could neither hear or see anything aside from the terrible fire that the firefighters were trying so hard to put out.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Red _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He's getting warmer. I feel it every damn day, like a fever breaking. Thirty-eight days I've been watching this house, cataloging every detail, every shift in the air. And this warming? It's real, it's specific, and it's messing with everything I've been trying so hard not to analyze.

By Anita D. - Janus: Travel Pieces. BY Chester E. - Fever 1793. By Laurie A. - The Hotel New Hampshire. By John I. It was a list of book, I re-read over them and then started up and down the isles looking for them. I looked for the authors by last name, finding a couple of them. But then had trouble finding the rest. I looked all over the library until I finally found them all, which took about 30 minutes or more.

I say quietly to Selene later that night. She looks at me. “Meaning?” “Meaning the Axis will outgrow singular stewardship,” I answer. “Whether we want it to or not.” Rowan stiffens. “You’re saying she won’t always be the center.” “I am saying she may become the first reference,” I clarify. Selene absorbs that without flinching. “Then Book Four,” she says slowly, “is about expansion.” “And Book Five,” Rowan adds grimly, “is about survival.”

His pants reveal a large bulge and I feel hot, too hot…Goddess I am burning up! I shoot up from the ancient sofa that I use as my sitting area. I am soaked in sweat and my body is hot while I have a raging hardon and images of soft breasts and enormous cocks flood my vision. What the fuck was that? It wasn’t exactly a nightmare; it was more like a fucked up wet dream! Who do I even ask about this shit? It’s a fairy trip…like something out of one of the fae clubs where everyone is eating mushrooms and drinking heathered wine and having a massive orgy. I have only ever been to one, but it’s a trip that you will never forget.

What am I going to say? He frowned when Fuji and Raul Frey faced him at the same time. "You're sick?" Fuji touched my forehead. "Oh! You're hot!" I grinned. "Why, thank you! I was born hot, you know---" "No. Literally," Fuji said seriously. "You're hot as in... you have a fever!" Eh? I touched my forehead. Yes. It's hot. Alas, the dinosaur has developed a fever. That's why I'm dizzy. Rawr!

He had been with Nancy! A mocking smirk appeared on Carol’s lips. When she looked away, Kieran came over to her with their key cards. “What are you staring at?” “It’s nothing. I’m just a little tired.” Kieran immediately put his hand on her forehead. When he sensed scorching heat coming from her skin, he scowled in displeasure. “You have a fever. Of course you’re tired.” “Seriously? I seldom get fevers.” In disbelief, Carol touched her forehead, only to come to realize that it was indeed quite hot. “Huh. I really do have a fever.”

“Even if you can’t stand the taste.” They weathered the night on the floor, each challenger bunked against their own pile of books, the old library smell mixing with the wet citrus of the fever balm Wyn dabbed under everyone’s noses. Outside, the city screamed and howled, but in here the world shrank to the radius of their warmth.

No, no, no— He shoved a hand through his hair, shaking his head like he could physically throw the thought away. “It was a fever dream,” he said, forcing the words out like they might make it true. A dry laugh left his lips. “I was out of it. My head was fucked. It—” “But it wasn’t.” I moved before I could stop myself. His gaze snapped to mine, and I saw it. The fear. Not of me. Of knowing. Of accepting.