Sweating Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

Scarlette stared at the empty cliff where her friend stood, her heart pounding and cold sweat breaking out of her skin. It was rare for her body to go through perspiration as she is always cool inside. She only sweats when in an intense battle or when she suffers from horrific shock. She's only ever suffered from horrific shock a few times and this was one of them.

"Hey, you wipe the sweat. If you don't wipe it, it will clog your pores and cause acne." Mona received Celica's small handkerchief, and she wiped away the sweat and became less stressed. Mona promised to return it to Celica after she washed it, she put it in her bag and continued. Suddenly in the distance, Andy saw a white smoke blowing into the sky, Celica saw that and guessed that was where Zaki was working. Mona stopped and kept wiping the sweat from her forehead, Celica also stopped to wait for her to calm down. "Calm down Mona... You need to adjust your breathing before things get worse. You can't see him when you're so sweaty!"

That secret stays locked tight inside me and nobody is ever getting it out no matter what. Right now my body was feeling so hot I could hardly think straight. Sweat kept running down my back and my skin felt like it was burning from the inside. My heart was beating too fast and everything around me looked a little blurry. I turned around fast to run back to the hotel room I was in earlier before anything bad happened and before I lost control completely.

It's like my mouth is stuck with glue. What is happening? As the chanting becomes louder and hurried, my breaths start coming out forcefully. My chest rises and falls dangerously fast and am not in control of my own body. My skin begins heating causing me to sweat like am in the middle of a marathon. The pain subsides and I almost sigh in relief but the severe headache makes my body jerk forward violently. Why can't I open my eyes? And what are those people saying, because it's clear they are the reason am behaving this way?

My jaw tightened as I forced myself to breathe slowly, deeply, trying to suppress the heat still coiling uncomfortably inside my chest. But it wasn’t helping. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my control, pushing against my restraint, growing louder, more agitated, more difficult to suppress with every passing second. I pulled my shirt off immediately, the fabric slipping from my skin as I stood there, already thinking of heading straight for a cold bath. The heat under my skin was becoming unbearable, crawling in a way that made my control feel thinner than usual. I barely had time to steady my breathing before the door suddenly pushed open.

I was raised on a diet of meat and veg, but it was always fresh and not the processed crap they were shoving in their faces. As we approached the territory. I started getting hot. Maybe they had turned the up the heating, it was getting cooler in the evening these days. “Can you turn the heating down, guys?” I asked the driver. I sit back and I can feel my body and face sweating. “Seriously, turn it down.” I say with urgency. The sweat beads started rolling down my face and I could feel my clothes sticking to me. I feel sick. I am perspiring so much. “You alright Nix?” Reed asks,

The sweat washed away. When the job was just done he got an uncontrollable urge to masturbate and that was exactly what he needed. The water streamed down him as he faced into the shower. Standing and hunched slightly, he pumped hard and fast. His grip was light. The water began to make a repetitive pattern with the strokes he made. This was the first time he had masturbated in the shower. Usually, it was too slippery with all that water. But today, he had been throbbing for over half an hour. Today it was happening.

Her breaths came in short bursts, as if she was blowing out candles on a birthday cake, desperately trying to catch her breath in between. Sweat poured down her forehead, dripping onto her eyelashes, creating an annoying sting that made her want to rub her eyes. But there was no time for that. She had to keep going, pushing her body to its limits. The sensation of her damp clothes clinging to her skin added to her discomfort, but she knew she had to ignore it. Her determination drove her forward.

This cannot be my heat. Heats don’t hurt. That’s just alpha propaganda. The pain makes my legs buckle under me. It all feels so wrong. My underwear soaks at an extremely fast rate— almost like my body is hyperactively producing slick. I can’t stop sweating. I need to leave this place, but my legs can’t seem to hold me up. I need to get to somewhere safe. I need to get to a private room. Right now. “Is this some type of joke?”.

Now that's the weirdest. Why didn't I bring my sweaters along? Now, I'm totally freezing. The meeting was already ongoing, and I was supposed to be taking down the minutes, but, there I was, shivering. My hand was shaking uncontrollably whenever I held the pen. It was like fighting a very tough battle with myself, and this crazy urge to sneeze wasn't even helping. I kept trying to control it, I literally touched my nose a thousand times. Why in god's name was it not working?