Bottom Jaw Trembling Novels & Stories

I stopped staring. There was a tremor in my left hand I couldn’t account for. I’ve had tremors before—too much coffee, too little rest, the debt of days spent closing wounds that didn’t want to close—but this was a new frequency. It didn’t shake when I looked at it; it shook when I didn’t. “Harper.”

The needle on the temperature monitor was creeping upward, inching toward the red zone. "Steady," I whispered to myself. "Just stay steady." I reached out to adjust the manual flow valve. My hand hovered over the metal wheel, and that’s when I saw it. The tremor. It was slight, a subtle vibration in my fingertips, but it was there. My hand was shaking. I clenched my fist, pressing my fingers into my palm until the knuckles turned white. I took a sharp breath, willing the tremor to stop. But it didn't. It was a physical betrayal; a symptom of a body that was running on fumes.

The bandages had already been limiting enough these past days, and I had learned to move around them, to work with what I had instead of waiting for what I didn’t. This felt like that again. Just… worse. I shifted slightly where I stood, adjusting the phone in my hand, forcing my grip to settle, forcing the motion to feel normal even when it wasn’t. It worked— For a second. Then the tremor returned, sharper this time, and the phone slipped just slightly in my hand before I caught it again. I steadied it. Tried not to think about it. The space around me was quiet, the kind that made every small movement more noticeable, every minor sound more defined. It was the kind of quiet that should have

His thumb twitches, betraying the restraint he is trying so hard to maintain. " Should I call the doctor?" He asks softly, his voice almost breaking at the edges. His hand slowly reaching her cheek. His palm trembles faintly, betraying the storm of emotions beneath his calm exterior. She doesn't move, doesn't notice that a hand, shaky and hesitant, is getting close to her. Her breathing remains shallow, uneven.

Travis’ fingers were shaking. While the other hand sipped wine, he kept this one on his thigh, as if to hide them from view. I thought the wine was already affecting me when I’d barely taken three sips. But no, it wasn’t the wine. Travis’ fingers were trembling in a way that seemed like he couldn’t control them. I’ve seen this somewhere. That day at the warehouse, I thought it was just a simple accident. He was conversing with Justin’s father while desperately trying to make the tremors stop. I noticed the bead of sweat falling down the side of his face…the twitch in his jaw like he was in pain. I wanted to make the pain stop.

In that split second, I quickly used my strength to push her hard down on the ground. “Stay down, stupid Wolfie.” I teasingly whispered as I towered over her with a grinning victory. “Damn you, woman, I thought your body was sore.” Hayden panted but smirked proudly at me. She looked pretty well beaten up but still captivating as always. I chuckled and started relaxing, making my body slowly tremble, and then I sat beside her. “What’s wrong? Why are you trembling?” Hayden worriedly asked as she saw my trembling hands. “Don’t worry, I just exert my body to its limit whenever I do some extreme exercises or drills, and since I stopped for a month already, it shakes like this.” I chuckled as I br

My heart is pounding and my hands are trembling. "Don't move." Damn it.

A growl now radiated from him, as the floor beneath me began to shake, and I reached for the dresser to steady myself, as he got to his feet, and moved towards me, as I realized that I may have taken this game a bit too far. Urijah had me pinned to the dresser before I knew what was happening, as the room continued to shake even after his growl stopped, holding me close to him. It took me a second to realize that it hadn’t been his growl that was causing the room to shake, but another one of those damn tremors was happening again. This one was lasting much longer than the one before, and I held onto Urijah wondering how long this one was going to last and how often these happen.

My whole body trembles, a low, uncontrollable shudder that seems to resonate down to my very bones. Lance sits on the edge of the bed, his head bowed, the muscles in his back coiled tight, each ridge standing out starkly in the dim light. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, fingers flexing as if he's trying to grasp the weight of his mistake.

I stuttered out through clench teeth. “Because you are holding your breath, some long enough to turn purple. And this way, I know your breathing. And honestly. Your jaw is clenched so hard that I’m worried you might break it. Let it out. We won’t judge you.” I shook my head again. He sighed. “I haven’t even freed one bone. You are tensing up and it’s about to get a lot worse.” I cracked open my eye, and it burned, but I could see. I looked at him and he was very serious. “If I start…” I tried again.