Love Sick Novels & Stories

Why is he behaving like this? " Ivan what happened to you?" I asked checking his temperature by resting my palm on his forehead. " Are you sick?" I asked and noticed he had closed his eyes. " Yes, I am very sick and I even visited a doctor and you know the doctor named my disease LOVESICK," He replied with so much innocence that can melt anyone's anger but not my anger. " And you know what are the symptoms of this disease?" He asked, still closing his eyes, but why did he close his eyes? I don't know.

After not getting sick for thirty minutes, I decided to call my dad to see what my problem was. “Hello.” Dad said answering the phone. “Hey dad, it’s me”. “Oh hey, how do you like the new school so far”? “It’s alright, don’t really know haven’t started classes yet. But I called you because I am puking my guts off all morning and werewolves don’t get sick. Is something wrong with me?” I asked in a concerned voice. “Um, the only time a werewolf gets sick is if their mate is mad at them.”

Maybe I really am sick. “Damn!! That guy’s mouth must be cursed,” I coughed suddenly. I grabbed my phone and called Brix. “What now?” he said. I frowned at his tone. “Hey, please tell Liam to give me the medicine. I feel weak, my head hurts,” I said. “Isn’t this a joke?? Wasn’t this your plan?” Brix said, laughing. “Damn!! What are you talking about? I’m freaking serious!!” I snapped, annoyed.

“Sick? What happened?" I hesitate, not wanting to go into the details. Dominic is a good guy, but I know he’ll overreact if I tell him the whole story. I’m not in the mood to deal with his questions or his worry. I just want to crawl back into bed and sleep for a week. “I just... caught a bug, I guess,” I say, trying to downplay it. “Fever, cold, the whole works. Nothing serious, just... I need to rest.”

"But you know, buddy? Even healthy people need to get shots to keep their health good. And you know why?" Austin shook his head as a reply. Brian bent his body so he could meet Austin's eyes. "Because they know feeling sick is much worse than having a shot. Being sick means you cannot work, play, or meet your friends. Even eating and sleeping don't feel good at all." He gave a long explanation. And as if it weren't enough, he added. "Do you remember the last time you got the flu?" Austin nodded. "Did you feel good when you were having the flu?"

"Hmm... I think your reasoning is quite peculiar. This's seems to be the first time I heard something like that.... Well, everything in you is normal but remember, you can't do a tiring work, okay?" "Yes ma'am." Because of exhaustion and stressful work of these past few days, Nico got sick and didn't make it to the company. He stayed at home to recuperate. "My dear, it's 39 degrees!.... How do you feel, should I send you to the hospital to get a drip?" Lucille said worriedly. Nico was sitting in the dining room. His gruel is now cold, he didn't touch it as he has no appetite. He coughed before he said. "No need mom, its just a flu. I will get better once I perspire."

“Achooo!” “Fuck, are you sick, too?!” I almost laughed when Ford was alarmed and he immediately stood up from the desk. There he was, standing in the corner of the room, scared to catch the bacteria. “Well, I don’t have a fever. I just don't feel well,” I uttered and coughed again. I knew this would happen. If I hadn’t taken the medicine last night, I would probably not be able to come here. “What’s wrong with you, guys? Sean is also sick!” He captured my eyes swiftly. Sean is sick?

I placed a hot cloth over my face and when I heard the bathroom door opening, I quickly took the cloth off my face and shoved it under my pillow. When Elliot saw me still in bed, he frowned. “Why haven’t you gotten up yet?” He asked as he finished getting dressed for the day. “I don’t feel so good,” I told him, making myself sound sick and pathetic. His brows furrowed together. “You were fine yesterday.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I was feeling off yesterday too. But it really got bad today. I think it’s getting worse, and I’ll probably be sick for at least a week,” I told him, moaning in pain.

Santino is still away, and without his presence to ground me, I have drifted into a darker place. I wake up early, the sun barely peeking through the heavy curtains. As I try to sit up, a sudden, rolling wave of nausea hits me. I lie back down, closing my eyes tight. My stomach feels like it’s being squeezed by a cold hand. I must be sick, I think to myself. The stress of the funeral, dealing with the aftermath of everything and the hours I’ve spent staring at computer screens must finally be catching up to me. I probably have a stomach bug or a touch of the flu. I tell myself I just need some tea and a few more hours of rest.

Angered that he’s gloating over his sexual prowess and possible ability to knock me up than being worried about it. “This is not helping. I’m freaking out, and you are not. Right now, I’m not sure I even like you…… I’m just sick. It’s some delayed bug or …I don’t know. Too much sun and sand, maybe heatstroke. We have practically lived on the beach for three days, and shellfish can be dodgy.” I am in refusal mode and push myself off him to attempt to get up, legs shaking, body weak, and experiencing waves of hot and cold flashing up from my legs and ending at my cheeks. I sway as I try to straighten myself fully, and he follows me and tugs around the waist back to him. Pulling me in and cuddl