Alone And Unafraid Book Novels & Stories

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

Apart from the grim reaper in front of me, I don't see anyone else. Whether I admit it or not I know it is not just because I do not want to be away from Dad that I committed suicide. One of the reasons for it is that I am afraid to face strange things alone that only I can see. The grim reaper in front of me is okay, but I don't think I can do it if I add more like before. Now that I'm all alone. I suddenly remembered the children's book I read yesterday. It was entitled, Alex in the Wonderland.

As we stepped in, he gave a small nod to the first store’s attendant we met before hurrying off to a quiet section of the store. While Uncle Al ran his long hands along the books on the shelf, soft hurried footsteps caught my attention. A girl of about five years old with pigtails peered at a man who had a book propped on his face. As soon as my uncle stopped pacing, the quiet air of the room felt different. I felt like I won and lost a trophy at the same time as wailing laughter reached my ears. “Do you feel that?” “That,” Uncle Al tapped on a seemingly ordinary leather book about cooking and grinned, “is our ticket. Place your hand on the book.”

I'm in danger. I'm in danger. This Unfortunate is not safe. My brain spins in my skull. I see the tree's branches, the ground, and the party all at once. I grip my head, trying to make the world stop spinning. "What's happening?" The party's music, the delicate strings, screech in my ears as if I'm standing right beside the platform. Blue eyes. I meet the blue eyes of the Unfortunate who's done this to me. How does an Unfortunate have the power?

His grip tightening was just a fraction. As if grounding himself. As if anchoring. His breathing was uneven against her. Warm. Real. For the first time Inaayat didn't feel confused. She didn't feel nervous. She didn't feel scared. She understood. Not the reason. Not the past. But the feeling. Slowly, hesitantly her hands lifted. And rested lightly against his back. Not holding tightly. Not pulling closer. Just… there. Soft. Reassuring. "Wo chala gaya… Ab nahi aayega." she whispered gently as if assuring a child that the monster of her life was gone.

Something that refused to break. I was done being afraid. I was ready to fight. *****

The uncertainty is what truly unravels me. So I shut it down. I bury the thoughts. Rumors spread through the pack like wildfire. There is no doubt everyone heard me that night. An Alpha’s pain is not quiet. It echoes. Now they avoid me. They step aside when I walk past. Lower their gazes. Not out of respect. Out of fear. There is nothing more dangerous than a rejected Alpha. I lean into that fear. If they expect a monster, I give them discipline instead. I bury myself in pack affairs. Patrol rotations. Border security. Hunting assignments. Training sessions.

I pull my arm away, I step back, I step back as I always step back, as I have always stepped back, from him, from her, from the children, from everyone, from everything that could do me good, heal me, save me, and I tell her, in a voice that wants to be that of the businesswoman, the boss, the one who owns ninety-one percent of this city, the one who needs no one, who depends on no one, who fears no one, but which is only a breath, a murmur, a fear that grows, that swells, that threatens to engulf everything: "I don't need help, Liora, I have never needed help, I have always managed alone, I have always faced things, I have always held on, I have always resisted, I have always won, without a

Small victories can't complain. Tomorrow will come whether I’m ready or not. Tonight I will sign up, I will print the emails, I will call my dad and let him rage so I can hear him breathe. For the first time since the courthouse I let my shoulders drop a fraction. I want to be furious and I want to be afraid and I want to be safe, and I will be all three, if it takes every bone in my body I will overcome this. I will not be small for him. Not for anyone.

I, Richard Newman, had been together with my girlfriend, Shanine Graham, for a long time. She was very innocent. Even though she had already given me her first time, she remained extremely conservative in bed. Unfortunately for her, I was the kind of guy who liked a little more excitement. I had bought her plenty of sexy stockings and outfits before, but she refused to wear any of them. It left me feeling disappointed, feeling as if something thrilling was missing from my life. One day, Shanine suddenly suggested that we go on a trip to relax. However, the day before we were supposed to leave, she suddenly changed her mind and insisted on bringing her best friend, Phoebe Norton, along.