Fear Character Inside Out Novels & Stories

He commanded, starting to grope my jaw. I refuse to open them. I tried to struggle beyond his grip but he was stronger than me. So slowly I began to open my eyes meeting his electric blue orbs. The trembling intensified. Terrible memories started to play inside my mind. Gradually losing my sanity. As tears of fear began to flow.

"FACE THEIR ENDING" IT'S BEEN two lonely and miserable days already, hot tears were remaining streaming down Blythe's pale face. They were continuously flowing that if she only collected them, it would have built a river by now. Blythe was sitting in the dark corner of the wide and scary warehouse, her eyes can see from the dark for some reason but the fear in her heart never subsided. Maybe the fear burning in her chest wasn't about ghosts or the scary creatures around that may attack her or it has nothing to do with her traumas but merely with Antonette's threat two days ago.

Will he take Charlie away from her? Lalong lumakas ang pagkabog ng d*bdib niya. Pakiramdam niya nalulunod siya at hindi siya makahinga. The fear of the unknown was slowly enveloping her, drowning her with awful thoughts-- as if a glimpse of what is to come.

Hindi pa rin tumitigil ang pagdaloy ng aking luha. I am scared. I am scared of him. I am scared of Augustus. Wala siyang takot. I need to get out of this family, I don't want to be associated with them anymore, especially him. Augustus Dominic is dangerous. His threats make me shiver in fear. Hindi ko alam ngunit alam ko, alam ko na may paparating na panganib sa buhay ko.

Napamulsa akong tumayo roon sa labas habang nagmamasid-masid sa paligid ko - nagbabakasakali na mahagilap ko siya. Hanggang sa hindi nagtagal ay natigil ako nang mapadpad ang tingin ko sa garden hindi kalayuan mula sa parking area. Walang pagdadalawang-isip akong naglakad at pumasok doon. "He has a haphephobia. Fear of touch," rinig kong anas ng isang lalaki. Agad akong napapikit nang mga sandaling iyon habang dinig na dinig ko ang usapan ng lalaking iyon at ng kanyang kasamahan.

And it's all because of her past. She was afraid of everything. Pero bakit kapag si Dane ang gumagawa she felt that she was safe. Now she knew what's is comfort zone and she must say Dane is her Comforzone. Nagagalit siya sa sarili niya for not kissing him back. Bakit kasi nila ginawa sa 'kin ang kahayupang 'yon? Bakit ba nila ako pinahirapan ng ganito? May nagawa ba akong mali sa kanila para parusahan ako ng gano'n katindi? And now, I can't even kiss Dane back because I'm too scared and too pathetic to fight my fear. Kahit anong pilit niya sa sarili na hindi siya sasaktan ni Dane, na hindi ito katulad ng mga lalaking nanakit sa kanya, hindi pa rin niya ito magawang papasukin ng tuluyan. She

Kaya napabuntong hininga na lang ako pero nagulat na lang ako ng unti-unting may lumitaw sa aking haparapan. Bare feet. White silk sweatpants. Tumaas ang tingin ko until I saw the familiar ripping muscle, abs and arms. Long brown hair. Cayden. I was blinking and gapping. Is this his soul? I know I am afraid of ghost but this one, I am not afraid at all. He was eyeing me emotionlessly. Like he is just a statue there, unmoving and uncaring.

Hindi siya kumilos, pero alam kong sa loob-loob niya, may sumabog na. And for the first time, nakita ko sa mukha niya ‘yung takot. Hindi ‘yung typical na fear na galing sa threat. Takot ‘yun na baka totoo nga. Baka hindi lang ito simpleng gunman. Baka may halimaw na mas matagal nang nasa paligid namin. Tumingin ako sa kamay ko—basang dugo. Sa damit ko—may bahid ng trauma.

"He's a monster. A bloodthirsty and vile one. I was there when he pulled you from Andrews's claw. I saw with my own freaking eyes how he choked him effortlessly, without remorse na tila ba walang witness sa paligid. Dang. Hindi n'ya kailangang magsalita. One look from him, halos mangisay na si Andrew. Ganoon s'ya ka dangerous." Naumid ako. Lahat ng sinabi ng kaibigan ay pawang katotohanan. Pero bakit hindi ko mahanap ang takot sa puso ko? Bakit hindi ko mahanap ang self preservation na pilit ikinukulta ni Karen sa utak ko? What's there is a dangerous mixture of exhilaration and curiosity? Fudge. I am that twisted and unhinged. There is really something wrong with me. I was about to say somet

Especially if he discovered my deception, my manipulation, my plan for revenge? Fear gnawed at me, a cold, relentless dread that threatened to consume me. The carefully constructed facade, the calculated confidence, the unwavering resolve— they all crumbled in the face of this raw, visceral fear. My safety, my well-being— they were suddenly precarious, uncertain, threatened. The escape, the revengpe— they seemed increasingly distant, increasingly elusive.