F Is For Fear Novels & Stories

He asked and placed his forearms on the small round wooden table between them – still unaware of the truth. How was Faith doing? She was miserable. She was tired. She hasn’t slept properly in days. And most of all she is scared. She is scared that someone is going to hurt her. She is miserable without her family – she misses them. She misses them so much – every night she cries until her tears dry out. Every day she changes her location, just in case someone does come looking for her. The fear is always around her.

Warning⚠⚠: this chapter is a bit emotional My mom has been behaving very strange lately, receiving strange calls and crying after receiving those calls. I have tried asking her what it was but as usual, she doesn't open up. "mom I am fade up with all these shit, can you stop crying and tell me what the hell is wrong with you" I said "language", she said Oops!! even in a bad condition she still care about my language. so funny I said sarcastically

Laura - 1963 Darkness. Fear. My heart thuds, almost breaking free from my ribcage. I gasp for air, but there isn't enough for my thirsty lungs. Fear can be a dreadful thing, killing you before your time comes. Reaching out in the dark, I touch a wall in front of me. Same on my left and right. A hard floor beneath my back as I am lying flat. Where am I?

“I just have to ask you to leave!” Those eyes that were vacillating from making any contact with him a few minutes ago now glared with full ferocity at him. I won't back down now! He had already been given the upper hand in making me fear him. Now, I won't let him continue to belittle me. No! I most definitely will not. Fear mostly causes wrong decisions. It has become the biggest enemy for humans because we let it manipulate us. “Now, do I really have to?”

“What did you feel when the house was quiet?” I hesitated. “Like I was the last person alive, Sometimes I will imagine walking out the door and just keep going until I found a road. But then I would picture him finding me, and it was like my body forgot how to move.” “That’s not love,” Dr. Freeman said quietly, “That’s fear, and fear can feel like love if you’ve been taught to confuse the two.” Something in me cracked at what he said, my hand went to my mouth, pressing hard, but the sound that escaped was part laugh, part sob.

just like the wolf in my dream or rather my nightmare! ^FEAR^, pure unadulterated Fear is the foremost and prominent emotion I feel now when I encounter Beta Shawn. My body hurts physically, like there's this sharp piercing pain in my chest that radiates from my heart, up my left shoulder and down my left arm! I just know that can't be good.

Chapter 14 Zara’s POV. What is fear? A crippling emotion that keeps animals alive? The instinctive feeling that has driven wolves and mankind alike to maintain a fairly mutual relationship over the years? What are love and hate but trivial, fleeting feelings when compared to real fear? I know that fear. It is the fear that keeps one alive, the driving force of survival, surpassing every other emotion there is and ever will be. We are but slaves to our fear, forced to secure a feeling of safety, with every means possible, including savagery and oppression.

" I don't understand Cin. I've tried my best to assure you that we'll be okay...that I'll make sure of it. I know how I feel...and it may be too soon but I'm willing to do everything to make this work... to make us work. You have to meet me at least half way through." He came close and wiped the tears I didn't know were streaming down my face. "Cindy say yes. Be my girlfriend. Please Cin." His eyes shined with affection, or was it love? I couldn't really tell. His speech touched my heart and weakened my defenses. I felt myself nodding before realising it. I had great affection for the man standing before me. For all I know it could be love but then I have no idea what that feels like. All I

Turning to the functioning laptop beside him ,he stole a glance at the sound buttons before he began to type. ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ Fear, that horrid emotion that weakens one, subjects one to levels below that one would never have succumbed to. It was surprising how it was easily acquired;by the loudest of sounds, by the slightest of sounds and by even no sound at all. It had stunned the children, shaken them to their bone marrows.

He steps back twice, and his hand comes up between us, and the look on his face is something I will keep for the rest of my life, because it isn’t anger. It’s terror. “That’s not possible,” he says. I can’t answer. My jaw is locked, my whole body humming like a struck wire, and the heat is already sinking, already going out, leaving me shaking and hollow and more frightened than he is. “It held,” Garrick says, and he isn’t talking to me. “It held for six years. It was done properly. She watched them do it. It held.” “Garrick.”