Ill Na Na 2: The Fever Novels & Stories

The couple looked at each other deeply. “What’s wrong? There must be something you want to say.” “Selina. I...,” he stuttered. Selina was silent, waiting for Nara to finish his words. “I feel there is something odd about the deaths of my parents. I want to explore this more deeply. I will look for evidence.” *** It’s midnight. Lyra and Selina were still awake. “Lyra, eat it,” said Selina while handing her a spoonful of porridge. Lyra suddenly had a fever. Even though this morning she was still fine. Lyra shook her head.

“You’re not alone, Nalia. Every person in this room was drawn here for a reason. We’re not just your friends—we’re your shield. Your firebreak. Your foundation. You can control the Guardian inside you. And we’re going to help you do it.” Nalia’s eyes glistened, but she nodded. “Okay. Let’s do this.” Tyler bumped his shoulder against hers. “That’s my girl.” *3 weeks later* Nalia shot upright in bed, gasping for air like she’d been drowning. Her skin was damp with sweat, and her chest rose and fell in short, sharp bursts. The dream—or vision, or whatever the hell that was—still burned behind her eyes. Fire. Screams. A city of light turned to rubble.

He said it as if he meant every word he said, and he would take whatever measures to do it. They simply glared at each in silence, before they heard their grandmothers coming back with joyful expressions and Elena’s loud voice. Nonna looked at her with genuine concern. “Why is your face so red?” She pressed the back of her hand against Lily’s forehead, who wasn’t done glaring at Enzo. “I-I think I’m having a fever. Let’s go home, nonna. I don’t feel so well...” “We will leave now, Elena. Lily is having a fever.” Lily held onto nonna as if she would pass out any moment. When she glanced up, she saw Enzo smirking at her act.

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.

He immediately reached out to touch her forehead: "Is your fever down yet?" Ingrid saw this scene as soon as she arrived: "..." She felt that she shouldn't be here; she should be under the table. The man's palm carried a bit of warmth, pressing it against her forehead, Alina felt warmer. She only looked at the bowl of porridge, not expecting Noble to act like that, but before Alina could react, the other party took his hand back, looked at her, and said. "The fever is gone." Noble finished speaking and sat down.

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!”

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.

It looks like it's time to give my son medicine but he seems to be still angry. I touched its small forehead and neck while it was tightly clinging to my neck. he has a high fever. I turned to where Lazarus and his mother were. He kissed Mrs. on the cheek. Ysa Cavanaugh said goodbye and left the room. His mother seems to be avoiding me. Lazarus approached us and grabbed me by the waist. "Should we discharge Luzon here and go home?" "No, it will be tomorrow when his fever is a little lower," I answered in a gentle voice. I also touched Lazarus's forehead because he seemed to be deliberately bringing his face closer to me. "You should go to your condo, Lazarus. you have a fever too."

He felt that he shouldn't have done something stupid like that. Meanwhile, Nina just kept silent while holding something that felt uncomfortable in her body. Her face felt hot and her head was spinning. She felt so cold that her body shivered. Gavin noticed immediately and touched Nina's forehead with his hand to check her temperature. "You have a fever! I'll take you to the clinic!" "No! I don't want to. I just want to be with you, let me be with you!" Nina muttered, her body feeling weaker and weaker. "Fine! I'll take care of you!"

"Are you okay alone? Should I keep you company?" "I'm fine. You should stay with Lucas." "But your face looks so red," Nana said worriedly. "It's normal for a fever. I'll be fine when my fever breaks." "Oh." Nana nodded and said eagerly, "I'll peel an apple for you." "You don't have to…"