Im Sickened But Curious Novels & Stories

His chest became heavy. He pointed towards his chest. "I... t h i n k... I.. a m... b e c o m i n g... s i c k." Giselle took a step towards him and put her hand on his chest. She seemed serious as she removed her and and shook her head in disappoinment. "Am I sick? Am I going to die?" "It's just a heart break. You a re suffering from heart break syndrome" "Is it dangerous?" "Yes. No go home and take some rest. You may have loss of appetite and sleeplessness.

A worried, timid, breaky voice. “And how would you know that?” another voice replied. It was deep, old, masculine. “He doesn't... He doesn't seem like he could be sick. Ever.” I heard a deep chuckle. “He doesn't get sick often, Luna. But he can and will get sick once in a while. He is but a person in flesh.” I heard a deep sigh and a warm, soft feeling enveloping my hand. I opened my eyes and turned. Icelyn jerked to her feet.

a kiss would have been nice before the interrogation. I got annoyed suddenly by his presence. “I am sick, that is what is wrong with me.” he sat next to me on the bed and felt my temperature. “You don’t have a temperature.” I frowned. I hoped he was going to get in here and climb into bed with me and lay behind me. but we don’t always get what we want. “I don’t have a fever; I am thinking it’s stomach flu because I can’t keep anything down.”

Both small with curves, I’m marginally taller, but think that is more to do with their omega genes and my alpha ones. “We can either write down our votes on paper or raise our hands now?” mum offers as I take a bite of my leftover cookie. “We can just raise hands?” I state feeling rather full now and also wanting to get away from the raw meat smell. I know as a wolf I should be more eager about it, but the idea makes me feel a little bit sick. Perhaps I should get Gabriel to check I’m okay … but I don’t want to worry him. I’ll see if it passes. It’s not normal for wolves to feel sick.

Hopefully when I woke up again, I wouldn’t be sick anymore. Waking up, again. I could feel a nudging in my mind. I knew it was Eli trying to mind link with me. He could more then likely feel me being sick and just wanted to check on me. “Hey Eli” I answered him through mind link. Trying to sound as strong as I possibly could. “Vixen are you ok? I just got hit with this wave of nausea and it felt terrible.” He asked me. worried laced his voice. “Yeah I just got a bit sick.”

he explained solemnly. My heart sank as the gravity of the situation hit me. "Wait, what? How is that possible?" I asked, my mind racing to make sense of it all. Drew shrugged helplessly. "We're not exactly sure, but it seems like anyone who came into contact with the sick or even their corpses is showing the same symptoms," he explained with concern in his voice. "Our doctors haven't been able to find a cure, and we suspect it might be some kind of epidemic."

He just nodded once and walked away without a word. I didn’t know why that hurt more than anything else. I wished that he wound shout at me, demand answers… maybe be take me back to his house forcibly and fuck me senseless… ~~~~~ The fever returned with a vengeance that night and it hurt. I didn't understand why or how I could get sick seeing that I was a werewolf and we have a very strong immune system and we barely get sick… unless poisoned. I couldn’t sleep. My sheets were soaked, my head pulsed with a rhythm that made me nauseous, and my stomach twisted as if punishing me for something I didn’t remember doing. I tried to drink water, but it came right back up. I barely made it to the sin

Still, the curiosity had been eating at me for three days, and I needed to know if I was losing my mind. "Okay, look," I whispered, leaning in so only the two of them could hear. "Is it weird to be curious about how a friend’s balls feel? Like, just purely from a scientific, curious standpoint." Andrew’s jaw literally dropped. "Bro, that is the least normal thing anyone has ever said in this lecture hall. And people study statistics here." "I'm serious!" I defended myself, throwing my hands up. "Why is it a crime to wonder what another guy's anatomy feels like? Like, is it squishy? Is it heavy? Does it feel different from mine?"

Was something wrong happening to me or was I sick again? I felt my head and neck for my temperature, but I wasn't in anyway running temperature. It was normal for me to have bad dreams whenever sickness waltz it's way into my body. "What did you dream about that got you so scared?" Maya asked, laying back on the bed and putting a hand around my tummy. "It was weird." Muttered me as I stared at the ceiling and enjoyed the warmth Maya gave when I turned on my side to back her. "Tell me, I like weird." She urged, pulling me close and enveloping my body in her soft arms.

her mouth took a perfectly round shape “Or does your boo boo still hurt? Mommy said you're sick...” “Yes, I am sick.” He can't stop himself from giving a stiff smile “Sick of myself, actually.” “Uh...” Millicent blinked, clearly not understanding anything he said “Well, then maybe you can't play. It's boring. One time I got really sick and mommy didn't let me go out to play even once. But then I got better when she started giving me my medicine and I never had to stay in bed again.” She said happily and, just as Massimo was about to ask if it had been a cold or something that had left her in bed, Millicent added “Do you also take medicine? Are they also bitter?”