The Fevered Bookaholic Novels & Stories

"H-how? I remember perfectly well when you were swimming in the burning flames of the poisonous fire." Amethyst muttered under her breath, still analysing the black covers of the big, bold book that she knew she burnt a few months ago. Her hands trembled at its heaviness — at how fresh and old it smelled. Old tales and unknown prophecies were still lingering on every page she turned over.

and only moved closer, stretching out his hand to touch me. He placed it on my forehead and moved back again. "Mum, Your body...your body...why is it hot?" He stuttered. I recognized the next emotion that stained his beautiful eyes as fear. He was afraid for me. I managed a smile but even I knew it was a weak one. I didn't want to but I did, I touched my forehead and he was right. I was burning up. It was the start of a fever. "I told you Haera, you aren't okay." Dezra chipped in with worry. I didn't accept that I was sick because I just couldn't be, not now when I had a lot of things to do. Who would take care of the pack? How would I work to help my mate regain his memory? Who would take

Bored and restless, I wandered from room to room, searching for something to occupy my mind. In Bella’s room, I spotted a book on her nightstand—Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas. I had heard good things about it, so I decided to give it a shot. I curled up on her bed, diving into the pages. For a while, it worked—I was able to lose myself in the story and momentarily forget the unease tugging at me. But, of course, that didn’t last long.

Hopefully, as with most fevers, it will break eventually. I furrow my brow, continued dread and anxiety writhing in the pit of my stomach. An unholy fever that seems to burn the skin from within. I can’t help but recall Ivy describing the feeling as something similar, a sort of internal burn. I could feel it sympathetically over our mate bond. The pain she’s feeling… Yes, Alpha Fierro’s Beta was apt in his use of the word “unholy.”

KELLY The room had grown colder, though Nevaeh burned like a star in my arms. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her skin slick with sweat. I pressed a damp cloth to her forehead, but it was useless. The fever wasn’t ordinary. It pulsed beneath her skin like something alive. “Stay with me, baby,” I whispered, brushing her hair from her face. “Please.” Her little hand clutched at my wrist, too weak to hold on.

Chapter 24: Fever and Fatality Lerato’s body was breaking. The sickness that had haunted her since her escape had intensified into a living nightmare. Fever wracked her, muscles burned with exhaustion, and nausea struck at unpredictable intervals. No doctor could explain it, no medicine could touch it, and every attempt at help seemed to carry its own lethal cost. Friends fell ill, family members were struck by accidents, and even neighbors who tried to assist experienced sudden, strange misfortunes.

The cover filled me with a creeping, ice-cold dread. There he was, on the cover. Smiling and looking directly at me, it seemed. The man in yellow. Above that, the title burned itself into my brain: The King Wears Yellow. “And so can you,” I rasped. I placed a weak hand on my forehead and held it there. Was I feverish? Sick, hallucinating? I hadn’t bought that book . . . had I? I’d only glanced through it. Left it at The General Store, because it was just a crock of stupid shit. Hadn’t I only flipped through Bobby’s copy on the way home?

Joy smiled, as she finished her brief summary of the book. "Wow. I am speechless. What later happened? Did he give in or disciplined himself?" Kevin and Rachael simply looked on as the two were speaking. "It is left for you to find out. The title of the book is WEIRD FEELING BY PROF ISRAEL. Do search it up on G****e, so as to know which app you can easily read it from. I am eagerly waiting for the part 2 of that book," Joy stated, as Andrew nodded.

I shout and turned away no longer interested in the fruit. "Frost" she called but I ignored her. I went back into my room and crawled into my bed to sleep. It was past midday when I woke up again. I felt strangely weak and tired, all my muscles felt sore and my fever was starting. I washed my face, deciding not to stay in bed anymore. Maybe I could do some reading. When I entered the library, I saw an open book on the table, was anyone here? I checked the front of the book. 'Blood wolf' was written in capital letters. I do not remember seeing this book when I browsed through the shelves. The door opened and the person I least expected to see was standing at the door.

His breath hitched. We fed each other in turns. No words. Just quiet touches, shared glances, the soft sounds of eating and breathing. When the plate emptied, Darius set it aside and pulled me against his side. Caelum mirrored him on my other flank. I rested my head on Darius's shoulder, reached for Caelum's hand again. "I dreamed," I said quietly. "While the fever burned. I saw fire. Not normal fire. It came from inside me. It wanted out."