Melman Madagascar Sick Novels & Stories

"What's wrong Aunt Camille?" Asked Max. Suddenly he felt nervous. Everyone also became nervous when Aunt Camille said something was wrong with Erella. Erella's furry friends stopped eating their food and went to her with worried looks on their faces. "Her mana is rapidly increasing. If we will not do something about it, her body can't handle it." Aunt Camille said seriously. Erella looked at her confusingly because she could not feel anything was wrong with her body. She didn't feel any pain in her chest just the same as before. All she could feel was her mana was kept on increasing.

Marilyn looked at Velma coldly. Her eyes were pure and calm. "Why should I tell you? It's not your business. Get out of my way!" "Marilyn, I won't let you go!" Velma looked at Marilyn and said stubbornly. "What the hell do you want?" Marilyn said impatiently. Velma looked at Marilyn suspiciously and said, "Marilyn, you are allergic to mangoes and spinach, aren't you?" Velma had always suspected that she made a mistake, but she did not know what was wrong with it.

Even Izzy, who is the most talkative, didn't even dare to talk. " I asked you guys here to bid my goodbyes and to see you one last time", Melo broke the silence. Izzy started to cry. I raised my eyebrow at them. " What's happening here ? Enlighten us please", I said and look at Shirly for some answers but she shrugged her shoulders. "Melo is sick. Leukemia. Stage three", Izzy informed us sobbing. It takes a minute for me to diggest what she just said.

"We're all a little on edge, it's normal. Let's all take a deep breath and think. This is not the time to fight each other." My mother's soothing tone takes effect and the rest of the flight passes in a heavy silence. I try to sleep a little but I feel bad. I feel like I'm falling asleep and waking up right away and a lump is forming in my stomach. As we get off the plane, Melanie's phone rings and she rushes to answer it. The conversation is short and she hangs up, tears in her eyes. "It was Simon. Elliot is seriously ill, he keeps passing out and vomiting. They think he has been poisoned."

and she quickly spiraled into a hazy, feverish sleep. When she finally opened her eyes again, her body felt like it was on fire. The spike in temperature from the bond's turbulence left her dizzy, and her vision was blurry. Trista had crawled onto the edge of the bed at some point, her small face tight with worry. "Mommy, do you have the 'Severance Fever'?" "Mhm..." Melanie managed a raspy reply. Moira pushed the door open, her heart breaking for her. Feeling the deathly silence coming from Melanie's scent gland, she insisted on taking her back to the main estate. "We can't let this drag on. The pack doctor is at the house."

Instead, he thought the events of back then were in his favour, and he took what he believed to be… decisive action. Almost three weeks after he had sold his mate off, some of his pack members became sick. Strangely, the treatments given by the pack's medical staff were of no use. Their condition only worsened— heavy cough, bloody diarrhea, zero appetite, paralysis, extreme weight loss, nightmares, voice and hearing loss. Strange black veins also appeared on the afflicted’s feet, and they spread fast, reaching the neck in a few days, despite all attempts to slow them down.

Thomas lets go of her hair but remains close by. “You look pale as well,” he says, touching her forehead. “Did you eat something without my permission?” Melina’s eyes widen in panic. “No, I swear I didn’t,” she rushes to say. “Then why the fuck are you sick?” “I’m not sick; I just had too much ice cream before going to bed last night.” It’s normal for Melina to have a stomach upset after having too much ice cream. She’s not lactose intolerant, but sometimes her stomach doesn’t agree with ice cream.

"I want to taste you when you fall apart. I want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze my fingers when you scream my name." The echoes of his dirty words and relentless stimulation finally shattered her. Marceline's orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tidal wave, making her arch completely off the bed as a scream tore from her throat. Zandrei held her down, lapping up every drop of her release as she convulsed beneath him, prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed bonelessly against the sheets.

I hunched in pain but took it in as I hugged her tightly. "I felt how much pain you were in. I tried to come meet you, but there were too many people there, and you said I should come out when that's the case. I thought I had lost you." She said the last part with a sob. "My princess, I'm here now." I gave her a closer hug. Madeline had a sickness. One, only a few people knew. She has low immunity to everything, making her susceptible to sickness. Besides that, her wolf is weak. It can barely heal her from a minor scratch.

"If she can really come to Krine tomorrow, it's really a rare thing." He glanced at Demarion in a coma on the bed. "Maybe this little guy is lucky." "Not long after he fell ill, a famous doctor came." Eliza nodded seriously. "I also think that Demarion is very lucky." He left with Lucija, Lucija was torn to pieces by wild animals, but he was only frightened and fine. Now that the diagnosis showed that he was unconscious due to the shock, the world-renowned Dr. James would be coming to Krine.