Afraid Novel Novels & Stories

And when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer, I thought I would die from all the fuzzies floating up to my head. “I swear, I didn’t know what to do. Everything was...everything just—my walls felt like they were caving inon me, and I couldn’t escape even if I tried.” It was an honest admission, one I couldn’t even admit to myself. I hardly remembered the last time anything frightened me, leaving me cornered and helpless. I sniffled on his shirt, but he didn’t seem to mind. “I was so scared, Rafa.” He tensed, and I cursed under my breath. Shit. Where the hell did that come from? I called himRafa.Rafa!

I didn't dare touch or open it, because for a very short moment I feared what would await me, the knowledge I'd uncover in those pages. I feared what I would learn, and what it would mean - to me, what it would mean for us all. And that was strange because if there was anything I never feared, it was knowledge, learning new things. But somehow I could tell that this would be way bigger than me. With a shake of my head, I took my laptop and placed it on the table pushing the book to the other edge of the table - as far away from me as I could. ༺༺♡♡༻༻

“I’m afraid,” I blurt out. “Plain and simple. Afraid of opening myself up, of potentially getting hurt again. Afraid that, even if he seems like he’s changed as of right now, that he hasn’t really changed all that much.” There’s a long silence as Elsie processes my words. Finally, when she answers, her voice is soft. “It’s okay to be afraid, Abby,” she says gently, resuming her stirring. “But don’t let fear rule your life.”

And for the first time in days— I felt truly afraid. ** Follow me on I,n,s,t,a,g,r,a,m: authormiragreen

"Em. What are you so afraid of?" Emma looked at the peonies. She thought about the basement. She didn't know why, but suddenly she saw a flash of something — a dark room, a chain, a small boy holding her hand. "I don't know," Emma whispered. "I don't know what I'm afraid of." Olivia was quiet. Then: "Maybe it's time to find out."

About the bookstore chair and the street corner and the kitchen table and the rainy Saturday and all the small inches of ground. She thought about Sienna's name on the cracked pot. About finishing the sentence on the F train. About her name, plain and unhidden, on the first page of the truest thing she'd ever written. "I stopped waiting to be done being afraid," she said. "I just started doing things afraid. And at some point, the afraid part got smaller. Not gone. Just smaller." She paused. "And the rest of it got bigger." He was quiet for a moment.

I could not hide my uncertainty, fear, and I could see that he wanted to ease it, wanting me to know I was safe with him. I shifted closer, letting our knees touch lightly, a small, deliberate gesture of intimacy. His fingers felt warm against mine. I inhaled deeply, trying to calm the rapid beat of my heart. “I’ve been afraid,” I confessed. “Afraid to let anyone close, afraid to be hurt again… afraid of losing you before we even begin.” “I know,” Dane said, his voice low. “I’ve been afraid too. Afraid that my own past would make me incapable of protecting you, of giving you what you need.”

He said: "You will tell me." She said: "I will tell you." He sat back down. She went back to her reading. After a moment she said: "I was afraid." He said: "I know." She said: "Not of the pain. Of what it might have been." He said: "I know." She said: "I was afraid for her." He said: "Yes." She said: "Not for me. For her." He looked at her. She said: "I am not afraid for myself. I have been not afraid for myself since I was sixteen and I decided that being afraid was a cost I could not afford." She looked at the book. "But I am afraid for her. If something happened to her before she even—"

You're stronger than this. There was one thing in this world that I was most afraid of, and that's death. I'm scared of everything related to death. I hate going to funerals. I hate the sad people who go to funerals. I hate the dress code. I hate how people look at each other with mixed emotions. I was afraid that he would get to me first and kill me with no remorse or mercy. Can't you believe it? I small bitch like me, talking all high and almighty is actually afraid of the big bad wolf?

''Dira, what I know is jealousy exists if we have feelings of fear because the people we care about don't care about us,'' said Aefar. ''How can you be afraid of that?... We will never turn our backs on you!'' shouted Gavriel, emphasizing that to Anindira. ''I know, but still, my curiosity is bigger... I grew up in a different place, my fear is there because I don't have confidence in myself to be with you guys.''