Im Sickened But Curious Novels & Stories

I didn't give him any time to finish his words and hugged him tightly without any hesitation. "Hey, I just had a fever before, it is just a fever. I'm okay," I said while laughing. "Fever? What's that?" the smile that was posted earlier immediately disappeared from my lips. I broke my hug with him and turned to him with a questionable look. "You don't know what the word fever is?" I'm amazed. They really don't know what the word sick, is? Seriously, the fun maybe be if you're a Witch like them because they don’t get sick.

This completely sucked and I just wanted it to be over. “I don’t know.” I answered honestly. The doorknob shook, but I was thankful I at least had half the mind to lock it. The last thing I wanted was for Tate or anyone for that matter to see me like this. As far as I knew werewolves didn’t get sick in the same way humans did, but after doing some research on the computer, I was sure that maybe I had the stomach flu or something. “I still think you need to see the pack doctor.” Tate said.

How are you feeling? -I am fine, I am just hungry and I have an urge to vomit. - That is because I have something to tell you. - What? She felt sick. - I fell sick - Baby, do you need to go to the bathroom? - Yes, please help me. He took her to the bathroom. When she got out he asked: - Baby are you okay? - I am fine now. I do not know what is happening to me, I fell sick. What is wrong with me?

I never really got sick, so it wasn’t a surprise when she looked shocked the moment I sniffed. “Don’t tell me that you are getting sick. How is this going to affect your training?” She tried to hide her surprise, but I could see that she was faking it. After my previous life, I knew who I was, and how much my grandmother had hidden from me. It was actually funny to be on the other side of all of this. I knew that she knew that werewolves never got sick, but I hadn’t activated my curse yet. I had no idea if it was possible for me to get sick before my curse had been activated. What I did know was that I wanted to see if I could push my gran to tell me who I really was before the rest of it ha

he said with a strong tone. Heidi: He said my curiosity may kill me. After he had pronounced the word curiosity may kill me, I was even more curious to know him. Today, everything was weird. Like totally weird. Like, meeting this guy whose name was even foreign and unknown, was making me more of anxious and curious all of a sudden. He wasn't as simple as he looked. " What do you mean by my curiosity might kill me?" I replied back after a long silence.

[I have to keep myself entertained somehow, do I not? I scoffed. “Vy igrayete s nashimi razumami s tekh por, kak my byli det'mi. Eto nachalos' ne tol'ko seychas. Byla li u tebya voobshche kakaya-to tsel' ili ty delal eto prosto radi razvlecheniya?” I was genuinely curious. I wanted to know what was going through his brain. Had he always been this sick that he couldn’t stop to think? [You've been playing with our minds since we were just kids. It didn't just start now. Did you even have an aim or did you just do it for your entertainment?]

"Feels so surreal" The three laughed and chatted heartily. Julian was in a sullen mood. I don't know why. I haven't had the chance to speak to him since I woke up. It seems like he's avoiding me. That got my mood sour also. I also still feel different. I feel like my head is out of my body or somehow I'm now two. I can't describe it, can't explain it. I wish I could. Ethan's weird attitude backed up with Julian's sulkiness. I knew there was more to worry about.

“Yes, my lady?” I turned to face her, setting the wine glass down on the small wrought-iron table beside me. I paused, chewing my lip, weighing my words. The last thing I wanted was to make things awkward—Livia had been my anchor these past few days, dressing me, bringing meals, listening without judgment. But the question burned in my chest. “Is it weird that I feel… off?” I asked finally, my voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Like something’s missing, or wrong inside me? I know I was sick, but this—it’s not just weakness. It’s deeper.”

Whatever they were talking about before seeing me abruptly stops the moment I come into their line of sight. It’s unnerving, having three sets of eyes look at me so carefully. Do they think I’ll contaminate them? “I’m not sick anymore,” I say. Archer stands and comes nearer. He blocks my route to the kitchen. I feel a bit like he’s trying to trap me. “Tell us how you got so sick,” he demands. “Why does it matter?” I ask. Beau chimes in, like I haven’t said anything. “I remember seeing you covered in mud. Then you were sick.”

’d managed to ignore it because it came in a subtle form, but now, it was raging inside me in full force. And the worst part was, I didn’t even know what it was. Just as I didn’t know why every fifteen minutes, my eyes would sweep around, hoping to find another face which was different from the throngs of faces all around me. Am I maybe going crazy? I needed to find a solution to my almost crazed state. And thankfully, I knew just what it was. “Hey, easy there, tiger,” Kevin remarked, lightly grabbing my hand, stopping me from downing my third shot in a row. I let out a small groan in protest. “Quit playing dad, Kevin. You’re being such a fun sponge.” He simply chuckled, but his express