Sweating Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

Rubbing my forehead with the back of my palm, I used the other to wipe off the sweat on my arm but they kept pouring out in torrents. It seemed like I was standing close to an oven or an open fire when in reality, the dining hall was cool and almost freezing. What's happening to me? — I began to panic as I was certain this was unusual. Something is wrong and I wonder what that is. Just when I thought it was all over as the level of my sweating was now reduced, my temperature skyrocketed to a dangerous level. It seemed like I was a patient having a fever and it continued to get worse and worse by the minute.

I was that person. Beads of sweat lined my forehead, and a few droplets slipped down and got into my eye. With a huff, I swiped at my forehead with the sleeve of my shirt. The room was cool with the AC set to the highest degree, but even at that, I was sweating, and not just on my face. Even my palms weren't spared of the sticky assault.

I was getting married. To Silvio. The root cause of my overwhelming panic eluded my grasp, leaving me engulfed in a turbulent storm of emotions. The sheer intensity of it was undeniable, as beads of icy sweat erupted on my forehead, tracing rivulets down my face, and an unrelenting dampness seeped into the fabric of my armpits. It felt as though the weight of the world was pulling me downwards, threatening to send me cascading towards the unforgiving ground below. Despite the immense struggle to stay standing, I fought against the gravitational force, determined to maintain my verticality amidst the chaos that consumed me.

"The heat? Never. You just learn to control yourself. Its a defensive mechanism that our kind has. It's the fuel we need to transform." "But you never sweat, neither does my father, unlike me." "Well once you transform, the excessive sweating stops. Your body heat will go as high 50 degrees celcius but you won't even release a single drop of sweat. Unlike humans." I suddenly remembered someone special. The girl my mind had been stuck on since being enrolled in Lakewood High. "Funny, you should say that." I began. "What do you mean?" "I saw her again today." Paul raised an eyebrow.

If she realized the truth, the pack would know my identity by nightfall. "I have a severe glandular hormone deficiency," I blurted out. I forced my voice to maintain its low, gravelly pitch while staring dead ahead at my computer screen. "My doctor prescribes these cheap, unregulated testosterone supplements to keep my biology balanced. The pills cause massive temperature spikes, and they mess up my natural pheromones. Sometimes I sweat out a weird, sweet scent when my body temperature rises. It is a known side effect."