My Love Is As A Fever Longing Still Novels & Stories

So, to escape the burn, I do what I know how to do: I keep watch. I cover him, I place his hand over his heart, gently. — Sleep, I say. — And you? — I will stay here. As always. His eyelids close slowly. I stroke his hair, without realizing it. The fever subsides. And I remain there, motionless, listening to the breath of the one I love, while the rain continues to hit the window, like a heart that has not yet given up.

The love still there. ---

“He must really love you to let you leave without demanding anything in return.” The word ‘love’ hit me like a physical blow. It was a word I hadn’t allowed myself to associate with Nolan. I had called it a bond, a biological trick, a cage… but never love. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I just pushed the door open and hurried into the hallway, clutching the file to my chest. The walk back to the room felt like I was trekking through a desert. Every step was a struggle as my fever heightened, the chills made me stumble against the walls.

But Clairessa shifted, pressing her small frame against my chest like she was searching for safety, like she was afraid I’d disappear. And God… the way she held onto me—she needed me. And maybe, selfishly, I needed her too. I gave in, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her closer, pressing my warmth into her like I could somehow drive the fever out and make everything okay. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed with fever, just long enough to find mine. “I love you,” she murmured, her voice soft and broken. “I’m sorry… for everything.” I didn’t know what to say.

To those finding true love: true love,is always understanding,it patient,it stays,it shares your pains and joy And in the last line of the book, she wrote: Love, the kind that stays, isn’t loud. It’s steady. It lingers. Like a whisper at the edge of sleep. Like hope. Like home. it every thing that will ever complete you THE END Dear Readers, please drop Your comment for the review of this book.... and get ready for my next book.. thank you!!!

"Maybe that's one of them, Reo. However, you need to believe ... if I really love you for no reason." "Actually, what was your motivation for wanting to be gay like me, Jack?" "At first I thought, if I can't heal you, then I'll follow in your footsteps. However, since last week, I've been trying to find the best way. God is so good, so give me directions. I love you, and I want to be happy with you." A tear fell from Reo's eye. He was moved, happy, surprised, all those feelings were mixed in his heart. Reo never expected if his love would be reciprocated so quickly.

"No. I left you a card under your door, isn't that enough?" "No. I want to get wasted and I don't trust anyone else to get my drunk ass back home without wanting to stick their junk down my ass." Ashley said with a bubbly smile, exposing clean white teeth. "I have work to do Ash- " "It's Saturday bubba, you are not getting out of this. Special birthday present for me; I don't turn twenty- three everyday you know," "Ash-" "I'll start singing every single song I know, all night through, then tomorrow-"

Such a fever "Please, Ashton. You must get through this." You must. ***** The dreams born of a fever were always those of a nightmare. Ashton struggled to escape the clawing darkness, but the illness was too powerful. The fever swept him away, into memories that haunted him even when he was awake.

Him and everything. Her cheeks turned more red the more she re-think about what happened. Ray. Raylan. Her RayRay… Finally, she is able to meet him after months apart. This longing inside her heart starts to melt. She can't find the right words to express what she's feeling at the moment. All that she knows is her heart now full with happiness. It sparks and it shines. Just like that, she can't go back to sleep. Little did she know, inside the opposite room, there's a man who also shares the same feeling. And he can't go back to sleep either.

Sylvia's whole body leaned close to Liam, she realized that Liam's body was very hot, like a volcano about to erupt. “Liam, you have a high fever! Let me call the maid.” Sylvia yelled out in fear, her hand still clutched by him. “No need to call people, I don't want to see them! You do it yourself.” "You..." He really considered her a servant, and wanted to force her to take care of her. “You disagree? Do you still intend to escape?” Liam coughed, the sound caught in his throat menacingly. “I didn't… didn't run away.”