Apeirophobia Def Novels & Stories

“It feels better to know I'm not so different. And that being scared of clowns can be a normal reaction.” Addie had a big smile on her face. “Wow, Aiden and Daddy are finally bonding over something. Let’s call it a shared fear of clowns.” Her brows creased as she tried hard to remember something. “Mommy, what's fear of something called?” “Phobia,” Aiden and Sophia said together. “Ah, yes. Phobia. So the fear of clowns should be called clownophobia.” She gestured with her hands like she just discovered something huge.

Agape Agape: noun. 1. The highest form of love. Selfless, sacrificial, and unconditional love; persists no matter the circumstance. Chapter 1 Ella: Everything seems so surreal. If fairytales are real, I think I could say pretty confidently that I'm living mine. Meeting Declan has been the ultimate change in my life, meeting him was and is the best thing that has ever happened to me. From being alone to now, it seems weird to look back. Now that I have Declan, I can't even imagine how I felt or how I went on without him. He's so special to me I can't even comprehend it.

She looked straight into his eyes. Ian Bryant had spent the whole night trying to research all kinds of phobias and he found one that seem to suit Ria’s condition. She must suffering from androphobia which is an extreme anxiety or fear of men. Victims of this kind of phobia must have been physically and sexually violated at a tender age. Ian reasoned that Ria must have been through a lot in the hands of men but it came down to the fact that it might be her husband, the father to her children. "Yes ma’am Elise, I don't want to be friends with her because of that. It doesn't matter if I don't know about it." Ian replied.

"Adriano needs me too. I need to be here for him. It's my fault that he is in this state, so I suggest that you allow me to take full responsibility for my mistakes. And besides, you said that Kaya is in safe hands." "It's not your fault. None of it. You didn't know about it." He said as he scratched his head. "What didn't I know about? Ivor say something, please." "He has Nyctophobia." "What is that? What is Nyctophobia?" "Nyctophobia is an extreme fear of the dark. The name comes from the Greek word for night. Children and adults with nyctophobia may fear being alone in the dark. They may have anxiety in dark places, and they may have panic attacks when sleeping in a darkened room."

– as he dragged her to the frame where a huge glass cube was settled, he pushed me in and locked me in the cage. He called some of his minions and put tons of mouse inside the cage, as she looked at him with horrified eyes, she is Monophobia (extreme fear of mice and rate), she can see his lips curved in a creepy smile, as those little monster were crippling onto her legs. She was creaming inside, trying to get rid of those but how she can, she was caged inside a glass box with lots of around her.

Stargazing! That is what they claimed to be doing but April’s eyes were stuck on Uriel’s face, butterflies dancing in her belly. She gradually shifted closer to him, her face moving closer to his as well. “April, do you think you will ever get over your Katsaridaphobia?” Uriel asked. “What’s the meaning of that?” April asked absentmindedly, her thoughts still on him. “Fear of cockroaches,” Uriel answered.

“ I said I’m hungry, Mami” “ Well, I was about to serve you…Oh” Goosebumps spread out on my skin at his hidden intent. Why do we always end up in this situation? He’s standing in front of me now, looking at me like he may devour me and the crazy thing is, I’ll probably let him. I try to calm my racing heart, even as he grabs the small of my back and pushes me closer to him. My breath ache , heavy with need — need to be touched, fondled , licked…

A new hostess in a spaghetti strap dress looked up. "Ahhh!" As soon as she saw me, she spun around and hid behind Sam, terrified. "Holy… What the hell is that?!" A descendant of Echidna, I was born with snake-like skin. As such, my face was covered with hard scales. Because of that, people's first reaction to me was always fear and disgust. No one dared get close, and they acted as if I would infect them with a skin disease. Jonathan was the only exception. I looked at him, who was playing with his prayer beads. His eyes were closed as he rested and meditated. The open cuffs of his white shirt emitted a faint sandalwood scent.

I was ready to get my fair share of garlic bread when she suddenly shoved my right hand away. _________________________ Nyctophobia* is a phobia characterized by a severe fear of the dark. It is triggered by the brain’s disfigured perception of what would or could happen when in a dark environment.

my voice filled with so many unspoken questions. Then the pieces started to fall into place for me, and a chill crept down my spine. Her fear of certain touches, a weakness she had confided in me before, echoed in my mind... “I have a fear of being touched in certain places, like my back and the nape of my neck. It's a kind of Haphephobia, I guess, I really don't know,” she had shared with me. Regret pooled in my gut as I connected the dots. The blade against her pale skin, how I held her down because I couldn't stand to look at her face and the darkness in the room – I had unintentionally triggered her deepest fears.