Sick Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Adrianne Hale cannot wait for her 18th birthday, not because she might find a mate, she doesn't even want one. After her 18th birthday, she would be able to cut off her link with the pack of North London that had mistreated her for the past 10 years because of a past mistake. Her sole plan was to become a rogue wolf.But her coronation brings her surprises in more than one way as she finds herself cheaply pawned off to the most powerful pack in all of Europe. As Adrienne tries to adapt to her new life, she finds out that her destiny is even more complicated than she thought, making her wonder if her life was just a sick joke from the moon goddess. Kincaid Stuart, also known as the rogue alpha lives with grief after his fated mate was brutally killed by a rival pack. In his bid for revenge, he crossed path with Adrienne who he immediately hates. But they soon find out that they destinies are more entwined than they could imagine. Will Kincaid's hate for Adrienne win over the budding attraction? Will Adrienne look past Kincaid's crime against her family and allow herself to trust him?

I've been with Hansen Fullerton for seven years. One day, he tells me he's sick of me and dumps me for a younger, more vivacious woman. I don't kick up a fuss this time. Instead, I throw away my ring and cut up the wedding gown I've just bought. Then, I take a red-eye flight away from Gold City. His friends place bets on how long it'll take for me to return and beg for reconciliation. Hansen sneers. "She'll be back in less than three days, crying and begging me to take her back." However, more than three days pass without any news from me. Hansen loses his cool and calls me for the first time. "You'd better come back once you've had enough of this, Christine." All he hears is a man's low chuckle on the other end of the line. "You shouldn't have taken this long to pacify a woman, Mr. Fullerton. Look at how someone's already taken her away from you." Hansen snarls, "Tell Christine to answer the phone!" Landon Shore lowers his head to kiss me. "She can't—she's still out of it. I have to kiss her awake first."

My daughter accidentally scratched my husband's young mistress's face with her nails. For that, my husband had her fingers chopped off. Covered in blood, she came home seeking help, only to be assaulted by an intruder. I called my husband, crying, but his mistress's sweet voice answered the phone. "Stop using these lowly tricks to get Jack's attention. All you're doing is making him sick!" I begged my husband to take my call, but all I got in return was a barrage of insults. "Nothing is more important than Yvonne's face! I'm busy taking her to the hospital! I don't have time for your drama!" Later, my daughter's organs were removed by the intruder. Even in death, she was still tightly holding onto the birthday gift she had prepared for her father. My husband, a top lawyer, personally defended the criminal who assaulted our daughter. He let that man walk away scot-free after what he had done. On the day he celebrated his birthday with all our relatives, he finally knew that our daughter had died. He completely lost his mind.

Reese agreed to marry Troy, thinking their feelings were mutual. It turned out that he only used her to get close to her mother, Mandy. When she went home after taking care of her mother-in-law, who pretended to be sick, she caught her mom and husband in their marital bed. She exacted revenge by having a one-night stand with a stranger, who happened to be the wealthiest man in town, and the business partner of her unknown biological father, Vincent. The chaos escalated when Reese discovered that the billionaire, Lorenzo Carter, intended to marry her twin sister, Candice, with whom she thought her son was Enzo's. Overwhelmed, she fled to escape the painful memories, unaware of her own pregnancy. By chance, she encountered a woman who proposed a modeling career, which flourished until her pregnancy was revealed. Faced with pressure to choose between her rising career and her unborn child, Reese stood at life's crossroads, contemplating the profound decision before her. When Lorenzo Carter found her, he proposed marriage, but sadly, she had no memory of him. Utilizing his influence, he persuaded her to agree to the contract marriage. Once successful, he endeavored to make her remember him and to reignite her love for him.

My husband and I were in a passionate embrace when his phone suddenly rang. He pushed me away without hesitation, and I snatched the phone from his hand angrily. It was a message from his sister-in-law. [Henry, my mastopathy is acting up again. What should I do? My breasts hurt so much.] It was followed by a picture of her in sexy lingerie. That was when I lost my temper. "Your sister-in-law is such a shameless woman! How could she share such a picture with you in the middle of the night? How dare she harass you like this after your brother's passing?!" Henry kicked me out of bed. "Stop being petty and vicious, Tessa! My brother's death has been a huge blow for her. What's wrong with me showing her concern as family when she's sick?” "Have you any idea how disappointed I am with you? Apologize right now, or I'll divorce you!" In all our years of marriage, Henry would always threaten me with divorce because I was the one who courted him for five years before finally marrying him. He felt that I would never be able to leave him, but this time, I had lost all hope in him. I did not want him anymore.

When I was six, I spilled hot water, slipped, and burned my face. My face was ruined. My parents learned their lesson and never let my younger sister do housework. To everyone they met, they praised her beauty, her charm. They turned to me with nothing but disdain. When I was ten, I had a high fever. They didn't think much of it and let it drag on until my brain was damaged, leaving me slow and dull. They learned their lesson again. From then on, if my sister so much as coughed, they would rush her to the hospital in the dead of night, showering her with care. I was like a failed experiment. Every mistake they made with me, they corrected for her. I was ugly, silent, dim-witted, unwanted. She was beautiful, sweet-talking, clever, adored by all. When I was diagnosed with depression, I gathered what little courage I had and told them. Mom lashed out, called me sick in the head, and accused me of being petty. If I was so capable, she said, I might as well die. It wasn't until my sister pushed me off a high-rise that they found out, by sheer accident, that she wasn't their child at all. I was their one and only biological child.

Jordan Sanders had a one-night stand at a Christmas party after having too much to drink. She woke up the next morning with no memory of the night and her thought now was of the interview that she might be late for. After entering the office of Cameron Carter (CEO) of Carter's Enterprise Holdings, he said something she never expected. "It's you." "Yes, I'm here for an interview." "No." He shook his head. "Yes." I nodded mine. "Don't you remember? We spent last night together." He declared. I lurched back at his words. "Maybe I can jog your memory." He gave a lopsided smirk. Before I could process what he was doing, his lips were on mine. Kissing me deeply. After her failed interview, Jordan's life seems to spiral out of control, she learns that Cameron Carter blacklisted her from ever being able to get a job in America. Her mother is sick and her past is catching up to her. But despite all this, Jordan has yet another one-night stand. This time with Jasper Morgan. But who will Jordan choose when both men start to show interest in her?

They didn't want to marry each other, but when luck plays the game, no one can win against it. °°° "But I don't love you?!" "I don't love you either!" °°° Zahir and Hoor had to marry each other against their will, even if it was a drama of one year. One didn't want to spoil his life while the other didn't want to disappoint her father. It was nothing but a contract marriage. ***** Zahir Mathews is a successful businessman who is also a perfect person in the eyes of the world. In spite of touching the height of the sky, there was no pride in that person. He had respect for the elders, the values ​​taught by his father shone in him. Nothing was difficult for him except getting married and living a happy life with a creature named ‘Wife’. Although no one except his family knows about his weakness, it is necessary to break the illusion. Hoor Mizrahi is a hardworking girl who earns some money by doing petty jobs along with her studies.Whatever money she earns, she first uses it for her father who is a sick person, before herself. When another problem comes in such a difficult life, then she is left with no other option but to get into it. The problem was nothing but marrying her father's friend's arrogant son.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my wife, who had struggled with fertility for years, suddenly felt nauseous. The college student we had been sponsoring panicked and rushed her to the hospital. Half an hour later, she called me. "I'm pregnant." I was thrilled, until her next words froze me in place. "The father's the college student, the one we've been supporting. He got sick that night and I felt bad for him, so I stayed over. I didn't think anything would happen. We have to keep this quiet. He's graduating soon and joining our company. We can't let this mess things up for him. "And you need to quit your job, so he can take your position. I'm going to need you home to take care of me." The sheer audacity left me speechless, but I kept my voice level. "Okay." She hung up, satisfied. What she did not know was that years ago, someone had made me a promise. If I turned 30 years old and still did not have a child, she would give me one. Today was my 30th birthday.

“That video in the group chat was filmed in your bridal suite, wasn’t it?” one of the women asked with a grin. “Sleeping around right under Adela’s nose? That’s bold.” Lorenzo leaned back, swirling his drink, looking pleased with himself. “Yes.” “I used to be too sick to do half the things I wanted,” he said, tapping his chest. “After the transplant, I realized spending the rest of my life with only one lover would be a waste.” The room erupted. He let them laugh, then added, “I set myself a goal. One hundred places before the wedding. Once it’s over, I’ll settle down. After that, my body and my marriage belong to Adela.” More laughter. More glasses raised. I stood outside the door with one hand pressed hard against my chest, where an artificial heart kept beating. Lorenzo never knew I had learned his language. He also never knew that I had already discovered he was keeping Vera—our wedding’s mistress of ceremonies—behind my back. And because he had hidden something from me, I had hidden something from him. I had already booked an assisted death service overseas.