Fevered Book Novels & Stories

and only moved closer, stretching out his hand to touch me. He placed it on my forehead and moved back again. "Mum, Your body...your body...why is it hot?" He stuttered. I recognized the next emotion that stained his beautiful eyes as fear. He was afraid for me. I managed a smile but even I knew it was a weak one. I didn't want to but I did, I touched my forehead and he was right. I was burning up. It was the start of a fever. "I told you Haera, you aren't okay." Dezra chipped in with worry. I didn't accept that I was sick because I just couldn't be, not now when I had a lot of things to do. Who would take care of the pack? How would I work to help my mate regain his memory? Who would take

He concludes and in a matter of seconds slides of the bed and leaves through the door. I rest my hand on my heart that beats like a beast caged within my ribs. What is this fever?

Hyun said. Cela's phone starts to ring even before she could ask what Lora's call is about. Hyun went to the buffet table feeling better. "Are you feeling okay now, Sir Hyun?" someone from the team asked. "Never been better," he answered while looking at Cela who's now talking excitedly on the phone. "What's happening? I think something unusual is going on," another member of the team said. I guess we all know what it is about. Fourth book?

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

While she wasn't so hot that she could burn him, she was still hotter than the average werewolf. She mumbled sleepily and turned away from him, curling into herself. He gently pushed her back so she lay on her back. "Wake up, Adrienne!" Her eyes snapped open, and for a moment seemed to be unfocused. He realized she had the glazed look of someone with a fever. "What?", She murmured. "Is it morning already?" When he failed to answer her immediately, her eyes began to fall shut again. He snapped his fingers in front of her face to keep them open.

But beneath the fabric of his linen shirt, a heat radiated outwards, an unsettling, feverish warmth that made me gasp. "You are burning up," I blurted out, my hand instinctively pressing against his chest again, confirming the alarming temperature. "Do you have a fever?" He stepped back, breaking the contact, his expression darkening. "It's none of your business. You ask and talk too much.”

His eyes narrowed, and then he looked back at the window. "What sedatives did you give?" He added. "Uhh, I don't know," Asahi shrugged. "Just a moderate one, I think?" "Moderate? Then why's her fever high?" "Probably because you didn't check her drug intolerance and intake," Cedric retorted. "Dumb fuck." He then whispered. "The fuck did you say?" Lazarus turned his head to him. "Focus on the road, passenger." Cedric bantered. "Asahi, can you tape this son of a bitch's mouth next?" Lazarus told, and Asahi just chuckled.

“And why is it so damn hot in here?” He finally called the dog away, giving it a pat on the head before his gaze landed back on me, curious but cautious. With a sigh, he stepped forward, reaching out like he was about to check my temperature. I jerked back, but his hand was already on my forehead. The coolness of his skin felt like a brand against mine, scorching, and I shivered as a fresh wave of heat rolled through me. “Shit. You’re burning up,” he muttered, his brows knitting together. “You’ve definitely got a fever.”

Rose POV I walked into the dining room very moody, maybe my period was coming, that thing come without any notice but then I noticed my mark is burning, I kept rubbing it to get the burns away but it was getting worst and driving me crazy "are you okay" my mother asked me with concerned look on her face "I don't know, my mark is burning and my wolf is not okay" the pain is getting worse and my wolf is weeping in my head "her mate is trying mark someone else, his mark on hers is responding to it" my father who was just coming out said seeing me and rushing t my side to support me

Andrew wheezed out. Even when his face turned beet-red as I squeezed the air out of him, his eyes were filled with defiance. I tightened my hold on him. Wincing in agony, Andrew smacked my arm desperately. A crowd had gathered at this point. “Talk about brazen. Is he seriously committing murder right in front of the police station?” “Why does the guy look familiar? I can’t put my finger on it.” “Isn’t he a psycho running around with a knife?” …