Bottom Jaw Trembling Novels & Stories

He kept gulping up the saliva or the lump in his throat as now his whole body was trembling, his legs, arms, even his lips which he pressed in thin lines to prevent any sounds from him. His eyes went glassy as he managed to move himself away from the crowd and suddenly his breathings got uneven. He started taking deep breaths in as the tears flew down from his eyes vigorously0 He was trembling so bad that he fell on the ground. He managed to lean on the nearest tree, not wanting any sound to come out his mouth but couldn't help it, he was mumbling something constantly, barely audible... Biting his inner cheeks... Gritting his teeth then just crying and grasping for the oxygen harder. God kno

I hadn’t even heard him move, yet I knew he was leaning back In his chair, his head probably tilted toward the thin wall separating us. “I’m reviewing the figures for the HVAC system,” I said, my voice sounding tight and brittle. I forced my fingers to tap a few keys, the sound echoing like a frantic pulse in the small space. “It’s a lot to process.” “You’re vibrating,” he murmured. I froze. My right hand was indeed trembling, a fine, metallic tremor that I couldn’t suppress. “I told you, I have a migraine. I’m just… sensitive to the noise of the construction.”

Again, Ivan spoke with trembling voice. Jobel gulped as he open his mouth. He wants to speak but there's no voice coming out from his vocal cord. Instead, because of nervousness and excitement, he accidentally ended the call as he runs towards the bathroom. He wash his face while panting heavily. His body is trembling as his heart continue to race the beats.

I bite my bottom lip when my chin starts to tremble, and my tears stream down my cheeks. I shake my head in disappointment. “God, I’m such an idiot.”

Isreal, one of my friends chimed in. “My chef only cooks, not takes care of…..Li..ly,” my words began slurring. I coughed, thinking I needed to clear my throat. But as I opened my mouth to speak, my lips started trembling. “Are you okay?” My mom asked. I nodded and forced a smile to reassure her. “If you say so,” she replied and stood up to dance with the others. I started to feel some strange sensation under my fingers. I noticed my dad's concerned gaze on me, so I quickly hid my fingers to pretend all was well, but then, my hand started shaking uncontrollably.

My heart slams once, hard, like it’s answering back. I stumble back from the chair, breathing ragged. The shaking is uncontrollable now, the sweat rolling down my temple cold as ice. I drag a hand down my face, but the tremor doesn’t stop. Something’s wrong. I know that much. I lift my head and stare at the ceiling, trying to ground myself but all I see are flashes of her eyes. It fucks me up more. My heart won’t slow down.

Her voice was lower than a whisper. "No, baby, you're completely fine." Picking her up in my arms, I started running back home. Jade wasn't injured to an extreme level. Just a gash on her flawless thigh and abundance bites from the shattered glass around her neck and cleavage. "It's not hurting, Zach," She held my hand while I was putting medicine on her cleavage. "Stop shivering." I noticed her hand on my wrist. It was vibrating from the effect of my trembles. I was unsettled. My heart beating fast. My forehead was perpetually sweating and no matter how much I drank water, my throat was dry.

I was grabbed by my forehead, acting like I was shaking my head too much. "What are you doing, Karmi? You’re OA for shaking Triah too much! Just like that!" and Jen turned to me and her face was calm when her face suddenly changed immediately. Her expression was like she has diarrhea." Triah!" after she held me with my two hands just like Karmi did before, Jen shook me too. What is happening to these two! And because my brain was distracted by what they were doing, I pulled Jen's hand over my arm. I calmed her down by restraining himself with my two palms and applied it to her mouth.

Pain spiked down the bond, a sharp flash that made her lip curl in involuntary sympathy before she slammed her shields down. He rode it out, jaw locked, breath hissing once through his teeth. No stumble. No collapse. When he straightened fully, a sheen of sweat had broken along his hairline again. “Not collapsing,’” he said. “Ten out of ten.” “Six,” she corrected. “You’re leaning.” He glanced down, noticed the fractional shift in weight, and forced himself to center. The tremor increased for a moment, then steadied. Her fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and correct his stance, muscle memory from hundreds of rehab sessions taking over.