Be Not Afraid Retard Novels & Stories

I carry my bag inside and I see him sitting on the couch his legs crossed, I look him in the eyes directly and I don’t know why I feel my legs shaking as if I’m scared of his gaze. No doubts I feel betrayed, I hate this man and my mom still wants me under his roof. The list of people not to be trusted for me, just keep increasing. “ Don’t be afraid to come in.” he say, taking his legs down. “ Do you think I am? I think you got the expression wrong. You mistook irritation for Fear. I’m not afraid, I’m fucking irritated!” I yell, but in a low tone so Avera doesn’t hear.

I thought this arrogant man wouldn't be so easily afraid of anything. "Don't let go." I say as I start the engine and zoom off.

My palms are a little sweaty, I am not scared of the Alpha, I'm not scared of anyone, I am scared that he will tell me no and dash my dreams "just breath Annette" Meda soothes my mind "go in there girl, you got this, so what if he tells you no, we're stong we will figure it out".

Wait, I didn't do anything wrong so why should I be afraid? Fuck I am

"Doesn't he?" Doris hesitated, then nodded. “Not everything. Rita warned me, ‘If you tell Jack Macon about the threat, she’ll speed up the plan.’” Kelvin got up again, this time determined. “She's underestimated one thing," he said. "What?" Doris asked "She said it's fear that makes people behave," Kelvin said. "Fear makes people reckless, too." Doris looked up at him. "Kelz, what are you going to do? Kelvin stepped inside the room, knelt before her, and took her hands in his.

Sharper. Not fear. Something closer to calculation.

Beau said and I furrowed my brows while a passing student stopped at his words. "You're far better than that retarded brother of yours Beau," a student said and I saw Beau's features morph from happy to pissed at the student's comment and in a blink of an eye Beau had the kid pinned again a near by locker. "Call my brother a retard again and I swear to god I will fucking rip your throat out with my bare hands and feed your remains to the rogues. Do I make myself clear?" Beau snarled in the kid's face and he nodded and I could hear the assholes heart beat racing in his chest and I wanted to intervine on his behalf but a boy that was around the same age as Beau stood in front of me stopping me

"Terrorists are just cowards who have been allowed to get away with worse and worse things. Think of them as overgrown bullies." "With bombs." Margaret shook her head. "Don't be a pessimist." I glowered at her. "They were going to blow up the water plant. What else am I supposed to--" "Did I tell you not to be afraid?" Margaret asked. "Or did I tell you to stop letting your fear stop you from thinking? I believe I told you, the way I've been telling you, to grow a spine." "No fighting," Eason said before I could even reply. He clicked his laptop closed. "Time for lunch. Let's go."

Not this time. To Be Continued

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—"