Im Sickened But Curious Novels & Stories

*MONALISA* Ever since we got back from the Bahamas, I haven't been feeling really well. I had this odd cravings, I felt extremely weak in the mornings. I wasn't the lazy type but of recent, I get tired easily and I'm picky over the food I eat. At first I thought I was going to fall sick but then I kept feeling better sometimes. It felt as if the sickness was on and off. ******* Today, I was feeling really sick again.

I was surprised when he suddenly touched my face and pulled my hair to my ear that was blocking my face. "What are you doing?" I gently asked. "Thank you for taking care of me." he said and smiled at me sincerely. He is really sick now because this is how he behaves, I just said in my mind. "Do you know what disease I have right now?" he just asked, suddenly frowning at me. My eyebrows also met at what he said. "You have a fever. It's better if you take the medicine again ---" "No. I don't have a fever." I was stunned. "Are you really crazy?" "It's not a fever, it's called love sickness." Huh?

"Is there something wrong, Aella?" Lily asks, breaking me out of my reverie. I smile at her, planning on excusing myself from this conversation. "No. Everything is perfect. But I think I'm getting a little bit sick.” “Sick?” Lily asks with a look of confusion and concern on her face. “Yes. I feel feverish and a little lightheaded.” I say while faking a little shiver. “So don't you need to go to the hospital or something?” Lily asks in a tone laced with concern.

I call out. Jennifer returns to the room. "Did you need something else?" I force a smile, trying to mask my unease. "I am suddenly not feeling very hungry right now. Thanks for breakfast, though." Jennifer frowns, her concern evident in her eyes. "Are you feeling sick? Should I call a doctor?" I shake my head, not wanting to cause any alarm. "No, no, I'll be fine. Probably just a little bug or something." She doesn't look convinced, but she nods understandingly. "What's wrong?"

“What does that mean?” “Not yet,” Dagon said. “I can’t tell you anything until I’m sure you won’t go blabbing.” “I called you here for help—” “And nearly killed yourself just telling me the little bit that you have. You’re sick.” My jaw set. “Sick…” The words didn’t sit right with me. They felt familiar but not heavy with meaning. Wasn’t there a book when I was a kid that mentioned someone being sick? My mom would read it to me, but I couldn’t exactly remember the words or the meaning.

How am I sick? "Are you rich guys perverts? Are you happy bullying poor kids?" I gently whispered in Aileen's ear. I said, "Honestly, I'm scared to make contact with you, too. "Because I'm also terrified of getting sick." Aileen instantly blushed. It was red to her neck. "Patrick, make your words clear. "Since when I was sick?" I waved my hand. And I said, "You even dare to date someone like Clay. "You're probably sick."

“Do you need something?” “Well, is there anything for like, motion sickness?” I ask, curious, peering inside. “Do you…” he pauses, peering at me. “Do you get plane sick, Bambi?” “I don’t know,” I say, looking up at him with a shrug. “I’ve never been on a plane.”

Even if I don't look back, I know who it is. I grinned even though my back was turned. "I'm not a pussy, Cayden," I answered. "Refrain your words, woman. I am just concerned with your health." It answered and it didn't like my answer earlier. So he is sensitive with words? "I don't get sick with just this Cayden, trust me," I promised you because I don't get sick. When did I get sick here at Veneesha? I even took multivitamins.

she asks concern laced in her voice. " A good different. I don't know how to explain it but I feel energized and not so on edge anymore. I just I don't feel agitated like I did before if you know what I mean." I replied I don't know why but I felt as if my three sides were connecting in a better way now. Thinking about that I need to get to a library and do some research on curses. so I asked Casey " Is there maybe a library in town somewhere?" " Why?" she asks with brows furrowed.

This side of Callahan, I found absolutely fefching. "Aww, don't be so moody, wormy. I just wanna play." "Sicko. You are a sicko and you're fucked in the head." I pursed my lips, a trace of displeasure running through me and puncturing my bubble of merriment. “And what makes me sick exactly? The fact that I find amusement in the things humans of this century do to entertain themselves? Or the fact that I like trying it out?" "Let me out of this goddamn handcuffs and I’ll tell you exactly why I think you’re sick."