Ill Na Na 2: The Fever นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Leader Sifei said scanning the documents. “I am afraid but that is all I can offer. Why is it so hot in here?” Iliana complained shifting uncomfortably in her chair. She felt an aching sensation spreading from her core all the way to the tips of her fingers. She felt hot everywhere, especially in that place. Her body was burning with a peculiar desire to be touched. That’s when it clicked. He drugged her. “You will have to give more if this deal will continue.” “But that is not what we agre………umm, may I use the restroom?” She groaned twisting uncomfortably in her chair.

Let’s go with this, no panties required. I took out my hair dryer, but not to dry my hair. After blowing hot air on my forehead for a while until I was sure that my skin felt slightly hot to the touch, I called Laura to my room. Sorry, Laura, you’re going to help me with a little skit in my play. … “Master Lucien! You must come quickly. Miss Natalia has a bad fever and is calling out for you,” Laura informed Lucien in a panic as she entered the sitting room.

I yank my leg free from her grip and dash to my little sister’s room. She’s curled under the thin blanket, her little body shaking with chills. Her cheeks are red and her hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat. I drop the bags and fall to my knees beside her bed. “Lily? Lil, hey—” I touch her cheek and jerk back like I’ve been burned. Fuck. She’s having a fever. “Lily, baby, open your eyes.” She whimpers softly but doesn’t move. God, no. Please.

My hand hovers over her face for a second before I press my fingers to her cheek. She’s on fire. “Shit,” I mutter, pulling my hand back like I’ve been burned. “Told you,” Nala says, going back to her bowl. “She’s got a fever. Probably too far gone to care what happens next.” I stand up, clenching my fists to stop them from shaking. I shouldn’t give a damn if she lives or dies. But seeing her like this, chained up like an animal for something she didn’t even do.. it hits me in a way I didn’t expect.

He answered and Nadia’s smile widened. Reaching for her phone she was about to text Dean’s mother when she saw the text on her phone. “What’s wrong?” Dean asked. “We have to go back. Luke has a fever,”

“Huh?! You are burning hot? Lexter was shocked. Yaze got a fever because of her tired and sore body. Every night with Lexter’s insatiable sexual appetite made her body sore and had little sleep. In the past days, preparation for the big birthday party of Luis was truly busy. She was so exhausted to the bones. Lexter went immediately to his room and got a medicine for fever and water to drink. “Wake up!” Lexter Montero woke up Yaze to take the medicine. “Uhm. Why? I’m so tired, please excuse me senyorito. Please deduct my absence from my salary, senyorito. I'm sorry, please forgive me senyorito,” Yaze in high fever talking with her eyes closed. She was hallucinating due to high

Mara grinned. “We like it.” I let out a shaky breath trying to contain my rage and I closed my eyes. “I’m tired.” Maya brushed hair off my face. “Sleep big sis. We’ll watch.” Mara leaned in. “And when you’re better… we’ll help you hunt.” I smirked weakly. “Deal.” I let the fever pull me under again but this time, I wasn’t scared but furious and fury keeps you alive. Liana wanted me gone and that was a big mistake because now.

"What did you do?" "Keane bullied me, I kicked him, just..." Jasper felt wronged and tried to speak again, "Dear, my fever doesn’t seem to be subsiding." Summer raised her hand and touched her forehead, then touched his body again. His body temperature was very hot, he was really feverish.

Her breath slowed, then stilled. “No…” he whispered. Jake’s voice was hollow. “She knew from the beginning.” The snow fell harder now, blanketing them in white. Lila’s sacrifice had bought them a future—but not one she would share. The price of survival had been paid in full. --- Lila’s breaths grew shallow, each inhale a ragged struggle. The heat that consumed her body wasn’t just the fever—it was something darker, something fierce and primal clawing its way through every nerve ending. Her skin burned, yet a chill crept beneath her ribs, twisting like icy fingers clutching her heart. Her throat tightened, as if sand had been poured into her lungs, making every breath a suffocating ordeal.

Aside from the throbbing in her head, there was a heaviness in her body she couldn’t explain. “Hey, are you okay?” Jed asked. Naya nodded slightly. “I’m fine.” “You’re sweating a lot,” Jed said. “Should I open the window? But the view outside is – uh, it’s better not to–” Suddenly, Naya wobbled, her body falling to the side. Jed’s eyes widened. He quickly moved to help her, and when he touched her, a loud gasp escaped his lips. “You’re burning with fever!” He exclaimed in a panic while looking out the window.