The Big Sick Novels & Stories

Do I have to extend my stalking to social media? "Who's that?" I instantly push my phone's screen to the wooden table top as he laughs, "Since when are you watching Summer Sunsex?" Fuck, he managed to take a peep at my Safari. Why does her sister have to star in a stupid 18sx comedy series? "You're late." I gulp my drink then put the empty glass next to my phone. "It's not midnight yet, chill Cinderella." He waves his hand for the bartender. "Do you know about Cole?" He starts after ordering drinks for both of us.

Now feeling wide awake, he slipped out of bed silently and tip-toed out of the room. He wasn’t hungry, actually he was feeling quite nauseous. He went to the fridge and began drinking an exorbitant amount of pepto-bismol. This didn’t seem to help, as the next thing he did was filled the kitchen sink with his expelled stomach contents. Now feeling wide awake and completely drained, all he wanted to do was think of ways out of this problem.

From behind, he looked like an abandoned giant dog. I hardened my heart. I didn’t go back. At dinner, I was not even slightly surprised to spot Zachary sitting at the table beside ours. He wore a black baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. An untouched iced Americano sat in front of him. He looked suspicious as hell. I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay calm. Then I walked over and tapped his table. “Are you following me?” He looked up. For a split second, embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

After I transmigrated into a novel, my father, Richard Whitmore, was still every bit the scumbag he'd always been. The only difference was that this version of him had a face people couldn't help trusting. So of course, he ran off with the money. I was furious enough to step in when I saw him bullying a gorgeous younger man. Afterward, the man sat curled up in the corner of my couch, his eyes red as he looked at me. "I don't even have anywhere to stay now. Are you going to make me leave too? "I won't freeload. Just don't send me away." That kind of helplessness worked on me every time, so of course I brought him home. From then on, I looked after him and made sure no one could push him aroun

Jocelyn Nicols was celebrated as the police department's genius detective. I'd spent ten quiet years at her side as her assistant, unnoticed by anyone. By her eighth year on the force, she still hadn't cracked the decade-old cold case that had haunted her career. "You know the rule," she told me. "I won't marry until this case is solved." I didn't say anything back. I just packed her bags for another out-of-town assignment and wished her a safe trip. What she didn't know was that the moment she finally cracked the case and became a household name across the country, I'd just received a notice from the hospital. It told me I was going to die.

But I nodded anyway, urging him to continue. "He is uh..." He paused then, swallowing hard; a clear sign that whatever he wanted to say next was pretty hard for him. "Well, he's sick. Actually, he's been sick for a long time now, but he's been managing it well. But now, things are out of control, and it's pretty serious."

“You’re the one who dragged us into this, Tommy! You begged me to talk to them! You begged me to involve him for you to win!” I almost slammed on the brakes in that moment. What the fuck? “What?” I barked. “Drake, what the hell is he talking about?” Tommy’s breath came out in harsh gasps. “My mum—she’s sick, Slade! We needed money, man. He said—he said they’d pay us if we convinced you to race again! I couldn't lose! I told them to threaten you with your girl and your brother! I'm so sorry.” That son of aㅡ

He paused, taking a deep, shaky breath, as if the next words were too heavy to bear. “It came out negative. You’re not pregnant; you’re just… sick.” His voice was low and cold. Was this the reason for his anger? The fact that my test results were negative? Damnmit! Fuck! This can’t be what I feared. He was angry because I wasn’t pregnant? which also meant he couldn’t trap me by claiming a child.(which was his whole plan all along) “You are to follow Doctor Drew to the hospital, where you’ll be treated for a couple of days. Both of my men will accompany you, just to ensure you are safe and protected,” Marco said, but I rolled my eyes.

“No wonder you’re sick.” “It’s fine in the daytime.” Valentina sank onto the couch, suddenly dizzy. The room tilted and swayed around her. Duke’s face swam in her vision. “Valentine? Hey, stay with me.” His hand on her cheek was blessedly cool. She leaned into it without thinking. “You’re burning up.” His concern cut through her fog. “Where’s your aspirin?” “Bathroom cabinet.” Her tongue felt thick. “I just need to sleep it off.”

“Just making sure some big girl doesn’t ruin my friend’s party.” The words left my mouth too easily. ‘Big girl. Really, Tyler?’ But Sadie just smiled and turned back to her phone. “Oh my god, we look like yin and yang!” Brooklyn squealed after the pictures. But I barely heard her. Because my eyes were on Sydney now. She was smiling. Actually smiling, like she wanted to be there. And the best part? People were staring—not judging, looking at her like she was some odd specie. Different Special.