Im Sickened But Curious Novels & Stories

"Oh, no. I'm not shutting up. You never get sick. What the hell did you do?" "What does that mean, I don't get sick? I know you think me a monster, A. But I'm actually a human who gets sick, too, okay? Please don't trample on my right to get sick." Seb answers weakly, "Now, shut up and let me rest."

I was careful. I made sure I was careful. So how? My brows furrowed slightly as my thoughts began to spiral. “That aside…” I muttered. Something else. Something that didn’t sit right. He asked me if I was sick. My chest tightened. “How is that possible…?” I whispered. Did I show it? Did he notice something? Was it that obvious? My fingers curled slightly. “What is going on…?” The question lingered in the air, heavy and unanswered. “Sick…” I repeated quietly.

I mumbled and looked at him. Aiden cleared his throat and held my arm. "Do you feel like something's changing in you? In your body? In your mood? In your appetite?" I just blinked and nodded. "I'm moody these past few weeks. I also always crave all sorts of food that I didn't use to like to eat before. I've also become much more emotional than before... W-Why? Am I sick?" I asked him, worried. Aiden couldn't speak right away. I know he's a doctor, so he probably has an idea about what's wrong with me. I just swallowed and looked at him nervously...

"What do you like to write?" "I don't know yet. The strange and unusual fascinates me." He pauses. "I read a lot of horror books. Do you like horror?" "Yes." I start to make a joke of his question, something about how close it is to my heart, but a feeling of deja vu sweeps over me. The feeling startles me, for I haven't had it in centuries. The sensation is intense; I put a hand to my head to steady myself, while searching for the source of it. Seymour reaches out to help, and once more I feel the sickness flowing beneath his skin. I am not sure of the nature of his disease, but I have a good idea what it is.

I was also curious about how it felt to mate with an incubus. The doctor was right, I was one nasty bitch of curiosity. My curiosity drove me nuts. "Yes, doctor. You have your answers, I'll meet your demand. When should we do it?" "How about now?" "An impatient one are you, doctor?" Still, I felt curious about how the doctor's vessel could contain the incubus.

I immediately rush to her side, "My beloved, what seems to be the matter?" "Sebastian, I feel kind of odd." "Odd in which way?" "Well, it feels as if my body wants to turn inside out. I have the incredible urge to get sick, yet I am not able to." "Sick? Sick in which way?" "Sick in the way that a human would get nauseous." I softly chuckle at her as I take her by the hand, "My beloved, Vampires do not get sick. I am sure you are just feeling a bit uneasy after all the action."

This could probably be the last time that I would sleep in a comfortable bed, but still—I needed to leave here since I wasn’t welcomed by my so-called husband. That urge suddenly came again, and I rushed out of my bed towards the bathroom to throw up— For some days now, I’ve been weak—and I’ve been throwing up seriously—confusing me on the kind of sickness it was. After rinsing my mouth—I walked out of the bathroom and decided to see a doctor before eventually running away. I needed to know the kind of sickness it was— I sat on my bed, lost in thought as I wondered on the kind of sickness it was since it’s been a while I fell sick and my father kept saying it was because I was a rare breed o

ARNOLD It has been days since I arrived at the Serene pack, and the situation hasn't improved. In fact, it has worsened. The illness that is currently plaguing the pack members is more severe than we initially thought. After much deliberation, we decide to involve the medical experts. After consulting with medical experts and conducting extensive research, it's become evident that we're dealing with a deadly ailment, a strain of virus that spreads rapidly and has a known cure, but like anything, the cure is very scarce.

But even when I blinked, I still felt it, the sickness. Goddess, what the hell was going on?

Every meal on the picnic blanket was looking so good but in order not to run into the bathroom later, I decided to be picky. "Let me feed you instead" He suggested sitting up. "And how are you feeling?" He felt my temperature and frowned slightly when he find it normal. "You were very sick this morning and it was so serious your maid had to call the doctor and now you are feeling okay?" His voice reeks of surprise and I don't blame him. It was a weird sickness, I shrugged my shoulders in response cause I have no idea how to explain something I don't even understand.