Bottom Jaw Trembling Novels & Stories

Estelle’s POV “Her hands were completely still.” Daisy tilted her head. “Earlier this week,” I said, leaning forward, “Harrison told me she had a bad episode. Real panic, real shaking. She knocked a watering can off a bathroom shelf because her hands were trembling so badly she couldn’t control them. He saw it himself. That was genuine—the kind of tremor you can’t manufacture.” “And yesterday?”

My hands start to tremble, so I move them to my lap out of sight and focus on slow even breaths to cloak my emotional response. “The night you left…….” Jyeon swallows hard so that I hear it, and he blows out air and places hands on the table, flat and downwards, and I see now he’s trembling too. He seems overly anxious about talking. His nerves on show, seemingly a vast amount, and I don’t think this is an act unless he’s mastered Oscar worthy performing in my absence.

Pressed there, knees drawn to my chest, arms hugging tight. Breathe. But even my breath came out in trembling gasps, white puffs that faded into the darkness. I rocked. Small. Shaking. God, the shaking. My teeth knocked together very hard making sharp clicking sounds that echoed off the walls. I felt it rattle my skull in a painful way. My legs jerked with every violent spasm. My muscles clenched and unclenched as if on their own, burning useless energy. “F-f-fuck… f-fucking p-p-pyscho,” I hissed through clenched teeth. My tongue was thick. My lips already numb.

Stoic added. My hands started shaking, but I wasn't sure why and I couldn't seem to stop it. The trembling continued up my arms and then throughout my body. My body was seizing and my eyes rolled back in my head.

I tossed and turned. I could not get Sean’s words out of my head. Once again, I picked up my phone where I had written my notes. What I had thought would be a twenty minute talk turned to a two hour discussion. “When he gets anxious you will see a tweak on his right eye. His right hand will start slightly trembling. He will conceal it with his left…...” The conversation bled back into my mind.

We agreed that I’ll be moving in, not only because we can not leave this place empty, but I also do not want her alone after everything that is happened. However, she does not know that piece of information, and she never will. “Go get some sleep,” I tell her. She faces me with a slight furrow in her brows. “How do you know I did not sleep last night? I looked at myself in the rearview mirror, and I do not have dark circles.” “You have tremors.” “Tremors?” I tip my chin at her hands. Her fingers are shaking slightly, even though they are lying inert at either side of her.

By midday, the headache has settled behind my eyes, dull and persistent, and I realize I haven’t eaten anything because the thought of food still makes my stomach turn. Ben notices. He always does. “You’re shaking again,” he says, low enough that no one else hears. “I’m fine,” I lie, even as my hands tremble faintly where they rest on the table. He doesn’t call me out. He just says, “Come with me,” and waits until I do. Back in my quarters, the quiet feels oppressive instead of restful. I sit on the edge of the bed and stare at my hands, flexing my fingers slowly, watching the tremor fade and then return, like my body can’t decide which state it wants to settle into.

he said and I nodded. Jasmine and I went inside the room and I locked the door. "Are you okay?" I asked. "I should be asking you that, your hand is shaking vigorously." She said pointing at my hand and it was then I noticed it. My tremors are back. "I'm...I...I am fine" I stuttered.

Aria’s POV. A sudden chill crept up my spine, chasing shivers down my body before it disappeared. And moments after, my left little finger began trembling uncontrollably. Frowning, I lifted my left hand to watch the increasingly trembling finger before letting it drop. Something is wrong. The trembling finger didn’t stop. I glanced down my blank screen of phone in time just as a message from Ethan, my boyfriend, popped in and that uncomfortable feeling continued. Something definitely was wrong.

My right leg starts to tremble involuntarily. He's immersed deeply enough to sense how wet I have become. It exceeds his expectations, yet he cherishes every drop that soaks through my bikini to ease his touch. Briefly breaking our kiss, he feels my lips quivering against his. Aware that I am nearing my limit, he rises smoothly to his feet, crouches with instant balance, and scoops me into his strong arms. His embrace is tight, and I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck.