Sick With Mima Novels & Stories

Miesa looked up as he entered and she cried harder. “Take me away from here daddy please.” She begged. "I don’t wanna be sick.” “I’m sorry princess". Cesar walked over to her bed and gripped her tiny hand in his. "I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say except to apologize. She looked so pale and there were red spots on her body. She was even too weak to lift her hand up. “Please don’t let me die daddy.” Mimi said. "I want to stay with you and mommy.”

"You're going to stay here with Officer Martinez for a little while. She has some puzzles and books for you." Madison's grip on my hand tightened. "Where are you going?" "I have to talk to someone else for a few minutes. But I'll be right back, okay? I promise." "Is it... is it someone bad?" I hesitated. "It's someone who's very sick," I said finally. Madison nodded solemnly, then surprised me by standing on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear. "Be careful, Mia. Some sick people want to make other people sick too."

Mima laughed, but then got a sober, smoky expression when she realized I was serious. "You know, when I hugged you earlier today, I peed my pants a little. I also have been having what I call mini-orgasms since I talked with you about your mom. And it wasn't your mom I was thinking of. As I mentioned, I was in love with her, and she'll always be my daughter, but now I have you, and I want you more than you can imagine. Sometimes when I masturbated with just my fingers, I pretended they were on the end of your hand. I hoped someday they would be."

They lived in hiding. Mis woke up most of the night screaming because of nightmares about Gideon coming for them. Most of the time she tried to end her life, but Simon stopped her. He told her that he did not set her free for her to kill herself, rather he wanted her to start all over. He also told her about his secret, and at first, she did not believe it until he showed her proof. Mia became sick two months after their escape and when the sickness became too much, Simon forced her to go to the hospital where his suspicion was confirmed. Mia was pregnant and only one person could have gotten her pregnant, Victor.

I whispered, my voice cracking. “I’ve been feeling so sick. Really sick.” Her tone instantly switched to full doctor mode. “Talk to me. Symptoms?” “Tired all the time. Nauseous. Throwing up for days. My body… it doesn’t feel like mine anymore.” I swallowed hard, fighting another wave of nausea. “And I… I think I missed my period. By a lot.” Silence stretched for two heartbeats. “Get your ass to the hospital right now,” Mia ordered.

~Micca Pov~ I coughed as I looked at the ceiling. My eyes were bloodshot, I had been sick for days, it hadn’t been easy so far, and sometimes it felt like I had been poisoned I am beginning to suspect Mark since he wouldn’t allow me to leave the hospital, and also wouldn’t call in a doctor, I have been vomiting everything that goes into my tummy and I have been feeling dizzy, it’s got so bad that I can’t even move my legs but all mark keep yapping about is how he want to protect me from Adams as the outside was not safe but I feel I am not even safe with him.

Mia sobs in my neck and I absently rub her back. "But all the vampires blood should of healed that",Mia whimpers as Mitch and Lucas walk up. "What is wrong?",Lucas looks at Mia worried. She moves away. "Luke has a tumor",she breaks down again and he hugs us tight. "My blood should heal that, he looks scared, where is it?",Simon motions us to a room and pulls up the scans. It is evident and I feel sick. I watch as Mia trembles and looks at me unsure of what to do.

“It’s me, Cade’s mom.” “Oh, Mrs—“ “Mika’s been sick since yesterday. She keeps calling for you. Can you come here now? We’re so worried.” Laura Goldwin said in a worried voice. Fay was stunned for a moment. Mika was sick? That child could be sick too. The words almost came out of her mouth. Fay had never seen either of them sick. They had always been healthy. Were the foods and drinks the Goldwin family had not suitable for them?

I just granted them one day to remain here and told them not to come to any room at their leisure. I approach Mima and smile at her, i pass her, and stroll over to take a seat. Listen, mima, she's one of us, so don't do evil or anything, she sign and agree to my contract now she's a witch like us and I like her, her name is frankly, and that's what I love most. I took note of mima I kept staring at her until she spoke. Well, you know how to find a good tease, Medusa, and now that she's signed a contract, she can tell us why they came here.

I pressed the phone to my ear but kept staring ahead, stunned. “Did you see that?” Her voice came through, ragged—like she was trying to catch her breath. Confused. Worried. Panicked. But it was more than that. “Tell me I’m not going mad, Mia.” I swallowed. “You’re not.” Silence stretched between us. “They’re sick,” she said, breathing hard. “I mean... is that what they call love? Because that wasn’t even hate. It was... it was—” She paused, like she couldn’t find the word. Then: