Ill Na Na 2: The Fever Novels & Stories

Nana mutters weakly, “Just some meds for fever. I’ll lie down here. If you can find me food that’d help too.” Felisha hesitates, clearly not convinced, but eventually nods. “Fine. Don't dare move. I’ll be back.” Even after taking the medication, the fever refuses to break. Nana's body trembles uncontrollably, her skin clammy and hot. It's like her whole system is shutting down, and she doesn't understand why. She should be calming down, not getting worse. Restless, she gets up and looks out the window. The moon hangs low, bathing the pack house grounds in pale light. It's dead quiet except for the occasional rustle of leaves. Something in her instincts tells her to move, like a pull, she can

After he left, there were only desperate cries inside. Nina had a long dream where a demon was chasing her. She wanted to run but couldn't move. Overwhelming fear enveloped her, making it hard to breathe, as if she was about to die. She sobbed, tears still streaming down her face. Nash saw this and wiped the tears from her eyes. Nina had a high fever. Taylor cried on the side. She had wanted to call for help but encountered Nash at the door. Luckily, he arrived in time; otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

about twelve am in the midnight the fever returned with higher temperature and it became difficult for Niyola to breath and red swollen patches on her chubby skin. "Hannah listen to me y'all, if I find out that Niyola's food was poisoned I'd be very glad to commit a massacre! I will kill you all!" Lola kept ranting still dialling the doctor s telephone number. The whole mansion was in chaos all the maids were tensed. Lola dialed Edwards number countless times but the call went straight to voicemail. she picked Niyola who now gasping for breath due to high temperature and rushed her to the hospital

accused Fely. After saying that, Fely became unsteady and almost fell. Nina swiftly supported Fely and was very surprised because Fely's body felt hot. "Ms. Fely, you seem to have a fever," Nina said panicked. "No, no, I'm fine. No need to fuss over unimportant things," Fely said quickly.

But the more she practiced, the more her body felt like it was going downhill. During the night, Nayla was awakened from sleep by a severe pain in her throat and a high fever. She felt weak and shivering, even though she tried to wrap herself in thick blankets. The severe flu symptoms made it difficult for her to move and breathe normally. Cintya, who was concerned about Nayla's condition, took her to the doctor. The examination showed that Nayla had a throat infection and severe fatigue due to stress and lack of sleep. The doctor recommended that Nayla rest and reduce her physical activity to avoid further complications.

“That would be super inconvenient for me emotionally.” She carefully moved my head off her lap and onto the pillow before standing up. I watched her walk out of the room while I pulled the blanket tighter around myself, suddenly aware of how awful I probably looked. A second later I heard the front door open. “Is she okay?” Jayson’s voice came immediately, low and tense. “She hasn’t answered a single call all day.” “She has a fever,” Mila replied. Calm. Sharp. “Like an actual fever. Not whatever dramatic rich people think counts as suffering.”

"Enough of this! You should get ready and rush for your meeting with our Pack Alpha and Luna." I groaned at the thought of seeing them again, cheeks already turning bright pink. They caught me at the worst moment possible, and from the look on their faces, they would not let me live through the embarrassment. "Can you make some excuse for me?" "I am sorry, Lana, but it's not possible. You are out of your heat, and I have a strict order from the Luna." "Oh, moons!" ***

His fingers framed my jaw, his thumb gently traced the curve of my cheek, and the entire night—with all its chaos—narrowed down to the whisper of his breath and the racing beat in my chest. “—hm…” I held my breath for a moment, tensed for an instant, then surrendered to the wave he sent. When his lips trailed down my jawline and stopped at the curve of my neck, the world seemed to shift its axis. The lingering pain in my head melted away. Just as that warm shiver was about to steal my sanity, he stopped himself. He pressed the back of his hand against my neck, then my forehead. His expression changed drastically. “You have a fever, Lyara,” his voice didn’t rise, but it left no room for argum

"How can I leave my phone? Here is it!" Exactly, Laura practiced martial arts but never told anyone. She even took a special lesson for spying and discretion. "Senior, you're amazing!" She cleaned the thermometer on the table where they were together and placed it back in her bag. It seemed like they were trapped and could not do anything about their situation. "Lin Zoe your temperature is 42 degrees. You will be feverish if you don't go to the hospital and even canceled for the platform." "You mean, lose my audience and speech? Uhhh..."

The fever flared deep in her belly, hotter than before, sharper, more demanding. Her breath hitched, her nails digging into her own thighs. Her skin burned for touch, but her mind fought it. She wasn’t ready—not again. She didn’t understand this, didn’t want it, didn’t want to be ruled by it. “No—” she gasped, shoving at his chest. “Make it stop. Make it stop!” Link sat up, his concern sharpening. “Lilly—your heat, it’s spiking again.” “I hate it!” she cried, her body shaking. “I hate you!”