Absolute Fear Book Novels & Stories

When he clicked on the sentence, he was taken to another page, featuring the image of a man embracing a weeping woman and a paragraph: Maybe you’ve lost someone to violence, or perhaps you have been the victim of a violent crime. Either way, your life has been altered and a hole has been punched open in your world. Through it comes the most malignant, destructive monster of all: FEAR. More vicious than any violent criminal, more evil than the deeds of any killer, fear will rob you of what’s left of your life. There’s only one way out of the haunted forest: You must go through. You must face what you most fear. We can show you how.

She asked, gesturing to the book with her eyes. Thoughts ran through my mind, those flowing with curiosity and others flowing with fear. I want to know, but I'm afraid of my friends finding out something bad about my kind and deeming me a threat. Casting me out. I don't think I can stomach what it would feel like to see looks of fear on their faces directed to me. With a shaky breath, I nodded in agreement as Remmi opened the book, turning to the very last section of the tome, the one labeled 'Syrens'.

You are the only one that can read this, if you don't believe ask someone and you will see. "Are you having trouble, you are looking kind of lost and pale." King Alexander said from above me. I stiffened as I read the last line. Don't read this outloud they can't read your mind. This book is more powerful than anyone nomatter the time. So don't read this outloud and you will keep every universe safe. Any thought about this book will be blocked. So dont be scared you will see.

Before fear is spoken, it is felt. Deep. Quiet. --- Unavoidable. --- Elena Voss had faced danger before. --- Control. --- Chaos. --- Collapse. --- She had stood in the center of all of it— --- And never hesitated. --- Never faltered. --- But this— --- This was different. --- Because for the first time— --- She wasn’t afraid of the system. --- Or the world. --- Or what might come next. --- She was afraid of him.

I sat in the library with Biscuit and my unread book and felt fear move through me slowly and recognized it with a kind of sick furious clarity. I was afraid for him. Not of him. Not anymore, maybe not for weeks now though I hadn't admitted it. For him. Afraid of what three days of absence and a warehouse in the eastern district and two dead men might mean. Afraid of a version of things where he didn't come back through that door. I pressed the book flat against my lap and stared at the freesia painting on the east wall.

It was Damien’s workspace when he was deep in Verdant logistics, but they shared it now—the territorial boundaries of their lives having long since dissolved. She opened her laptop. The blank document stared back, the cursor blinking with rhythmic, demanding persistence. That fear is your first page. Start there. She leaned back, letting her mind sit with the weight of her terror. It was the absolute permanence of it. She was terrified of this book existing in the world without her there to curate the reaction. She was terrified of strangers reading about the pharmacy floor in three hundred pages of agonizing detail rather than a polished, twenty-two-minute keynote.

She paused, looking out at the horizon of attentive faces. “We are much more afraid of being happy than of suffering. Because suffering is familiar — we have learned how to move through it. Happiness is unknown territory. It’s where we wait for the other shoe to drop. This book is about learning to stay in unknown territory without waiting for catastrophe. It’s about discovering that you can be happy without being wrong for it.” And this third one was a declaration. The passage she chose to read was from the central chapter, the excerpt that had been the hardest and most honest to write:

devastating awareness of the fraud. Amelia drew her hand back with a sudden, violent jerk as if she had been burned by the concrete walls, her face turning an ash-gray color beneath her flushed skin. The toxic confidence vanished from her features within a single heartbeat, replaced by a raw, naked panic that she tried to hide behind a sharp, defensive glare. She realized with a visceral horror that Ava wasn't broken, she wasn't unhinged by the cold, and she wasn't hiding from the reality of the penthouse. She was documenting it.

What the hell is happening here? “What the fuck?” I say. Is this some kind of prank that Victor’s decided to pull? He should know that we are not in high school anymore, and this kind of behaviour is nothing but stupid. I don’t understand what this means, but I know it’s nothing good. I don’t know what to do. Should I touch the book? Should I even go near it? What if something bad happens to me if I do touch the book? The book finally stops moving, and it stays on one page. There’s an image in the book. I look hard at what’s being portrayed, and it’s the image of a beast with large horns.

Because if she didn’t— I wouldn’t live long enough to regret trusting her. I leaned my head back against the wall and shut my eyes. The pain was unbearable. But the fear? The fear was worse. Because for the first time in a long time— I knew exactly how close death was. And it was coming. And it was fast. ***