Calming Stories Novels & Stories

This tremor is something that doesn’t want to leave me! I filled the bathtub with warm water, adding a few drops of lavender essential oil for its calming properties. As I sank into the water, the tension in my body began to melt away. The scent of the lavender filled the air, creating a peaceful ambiance. Closing my eyes, I allowed the water to embrace me, washing away the worries and uncertainties that had been plaguing my mind.

CHAPTER 46 THE LITTLE GIRL NAMED CALLIE A M E R I C A A lot of people say that the beach is therapeutic and I always agree to it. Watching the calming sea at dawn from the window of my art room heals me in a different way. The way the waters dance with the waves and how the sea makes the crashing sound as soon as it reaches the shore are profoundly miraculous when it comes to finding calmness and peace with your bothering thoughts.

She quickly rips the two halves into shreds. There are ribbons of white satin at our feet and Zahara is huffing and puffing. If this were a cartoon, there would be steam coming out of her ears. I have yet to speak and I don’t even know what to say or do. Touch her…… I look around, but it is just us in the room. The voice does sound familiar though. If you touch her, it will calm her. I know that voice……my wolf. I reach out and gently touch Zahara’s back. I start to create small circles with my hand. I can see Zahara decompress a bit. She is taking deeper breaths and it seems to be calming her. I continue with my light circles until I can feel Zahara leaning into me. She rests her head on my

When he held me, my body shuddered and I gasped. ‘Jane, you’ll be fine.’ I tried to assure myself that I was going to be. He led me to a room, also very blank with only red clothes on all sides of the wall and a white rug on the floor. “Sit on the floor with your legs folded and your palms joined together.” he said and I did as instructed. “Now shut your eyes and try to focus.” He said in a very soothing voice. I nodded and did that. “Now try to think of something really calming.” I thought of being at the lake back at Andersons town and it was really calming. “Now, try to call out to you wolf.”

I pull back and try to get Rebel to focus on my voice. “Rebel, darling. Can you hear me? Open your eyes sweetheart.” I say gently, cooing her. I keep repeating ‘I love you’ and ‘you’re safe’ softly in her ears, trying to calm her down with kisses to her forehead. After a few more minutes, I breathe a sigh of relief as I see her start to calm down and her breathing even out. She buries her head in my neck and inhales my scent to help calm her down. Cronos is purring, but he is furious.

Bare footed and lacking a top, Heather laid on the bed to the left of the room, eyes closed, taking calming breaths, her chest rising and falling as she took deeper breaths than the last whenever she released the first. She says it's a stress relief technique and I won't argue with her but I know that method just never clicked with me for cl some reason. Every time I try taking calming breaths, things I would rather be doing than sitting and breathing comes to mind and I just stop trying and go dp that instead. My legs and arms spread in eagle pose, facing heavenwards, the intricate designs of the ceiling is the only thing that looks interesting. My shoulder bag, placed messily beside m

She lay down on the bank, letting the cool water soothe her. As she lay there, she felt her anger start to dissipate. The sound of the water and the rustling of leaves was like a lullaby, and she found herself calming down. Her senses, heightened by her anger, became more acute, and she could smell the scent of pine and the sound of birds singing. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, she felt at peace.

It’s a good picture. “Maybe,” I say. “Something that sounds real. Not wild, nor crude.” Calista sits nearest the door, her eyes like chips of ice. She speaks rarely, but when she does, people stop breathing to listen. “Stories fade,” she says. “Accidents don’t.” My pulse jumps once as I turn to her fully. “An accident,” I repeat. “Nothing loud,” she says. “No blood, no public scene. A slip on a stair or a candle left too close to cloth. Easy to mourn, easier to forget.” Mirelle snickers.

"Here goes..." And with that, she launched into another hilarious story, one that had me laughing out loud and feeling more and more connected to her. As Sophia continued to tell her story, I found myself becoming more and more entranced by her. Her words were like a gentle breeze on a summer day, soothing and calming. I felt my tension and anxiety melting away, replaced by a sense of relaxation and ease.

He smiled seeing the progress, but when her eyes turned yellow, he knew she was not in control. He pulled her to sit on the cot and taught her some breathing exercises to calm her mind. Bree easily fell into a relaxed mode that her eyes closed on their own. “Think of a snow-white wolf running in the forest, jumping freely along the trees, bounding off after sniffing the air. This white wolf feels free and one with her surroundings. Can you see her?” “I can. I imagine she is like an arctic wolf hiding in the snow, waiting for prey.” “Encourage her to speak to you.”