Novel & Cerita Absolute Fear Book

" Since when did you see this vision." " After the practice. I told you, I knew I'd see some thing worst if I ended up reading the Book. I have never seen some thing like this before. Kaden, I'm scared. I'm scared of closing my eyes. What if I see something more dangerous and... Horrific? " " You don't have to stop reading the Book. " He said. " What? Are you even listening to yourself? I'm hearing this weird voices because I read that Book, and you still think I should go ahead? "

CHAPTER 87 IN THE A.M H A R R Y Mount Sinai’s Hospital Rm. 202 North Carolina, USA 4:17AM Fear is inevitable. Some say fear only lives in our mind and that it isn’t real. It’s up to us if we let fear conquer our state of mind and body. They said the more we think about our fears, the more it will be a burden. Fear is one of the things in life which is constant and something that is difficult to escape. When it affects and weakens the mind of a human being, it will consume you for all your life.

The sight of two men in black suits inside a bookstore was impossible to overlook. Aixa tightened her grip on the book in her hands, an old novel with a worn cover whose title she hadn't even had the chance to read. Her knuckles turned white. That familiar sense of discomfort returned, creeping up from the depths of her heart and tightening around her chest until it became difficult to breathe. It felt as though she no longer had any private space left, as though even the air she breathed had been measured and monitored. Piece by piece, her freedom had been taken away without her even realizing it.

And I didn’t like that. “I’m not afraid of stillness,” I said. “Yes,” he replied gently. “You are.” Hailey’s POV I stopped reading. Just like that. Mid-page. Because something about that line— you are afraid of stillness— sat too close. Too familiar. I looked down at the manuscript in my hands. “…no,” I whispered. Because I didn’t like how easily I understood it. How easily it connected. I shifted slightly on the bed. “Okay, that’s enough psychological reflection for one night.”

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~ELENA~ The rulebook is stained with blood and I wonder whose blood it was. The thought makes me panic. My hands start to shake. I can't control it. And then the book falls to the ground with a loud thud. I let out a soft cry in fear as I stare at the big book on the floor like it's going to grow a big and wide mouth and swallow me up. What exactly have I gotten myself into?? I calm myself down, taking deep breaths as I finally pick up the book.

And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

Her whole body was vibrating with a primal, visceral fear. He reached out again. This time, she didn’t flinch. She couldn't. The weight of his gaze and the threat of the book held her more effectively than any physical restraint. As his hand moved toward her, Aria felt the world go silent, her breath hitching in a throat that felt like it had been swallowed by ice. She was completely, utterly frozen—a deer caught in the glare of a predator’s eyes. He touched her throat.

He drank the good coffee and the east windows did their work and Daniel watched and thought: this is what I was afraid to have. He thought: I was right that it was frightening. He thought: I was wrong about what to do with the fear. The answer, it turned out, was not to avoid the thing that caused it. The answer was to make the eggs anyway. End of Chapter Thirty-Two

“That seems impossible. That seems wrong. The First Dark is powerful. Is eternal. Is absolute. How can it be afraid?” “Because fear is not weakness. Is not a defeat. Is not failure. Fear is the response to caring about something. To have something to lose. To face uncertainty.” I looked at Hope. “The First Dark cares about maintaining its peace. About preserving its silence. About protecting its isolation. It is afraid of losing those things. So it tries to erase anything that threatens them. That is not a strength. That is fear.”