Fear Of Long Words Novels & Stories

“I did not say that.” “What are you saying?” “I am saying Robert’s house counts everything. Words. Silences. Who replies. Who does not. Who appears grateful. Who appears afraid.” “That sounds exhausting.” “It is.” “You grew up there.” Daniel looked away. Only for a second. But she saw it. “Yes.” Leah lowered her eyes to her notebook. Do not explain fear. Cautious, not obedient. I am learning. No performance. She added another line. Warnings may have a cost.

He said in polite manner but mixed in frightened tone. "He want me to comeback?" He laughed sarcastically. "Tell them!" Jae Gray said in serious tone that made anyone in front of him trembled in fear. "I'll come and settle the matters on the right time!" He said coldly. "If ever he sends you again after me I will kill anyone of you" he added, and murderous aura was emitting to his while body. Then he stoods up, and walked away without turning his back. As soon as Jae Gray left, the uneasiness felt by the leader of the men's in black suit faded away, the pressure he felt in front of him earlier was too frightening.

“Your wits are beyond measure while I knew nothing. I could hardly write and let alone read. You graduated with the highest honors in college. I only finished until sixth grade. You are up there, and I was just this low. Our great differences always scare me.” “I understand your fear and where it is coming from. But, Val, fear is one of the most powerful human emotions. It can save you, but it can also break you and tear you apart. Fear also robs you the freedom in trying to do something, in becoming someone, and in… being with the people whose sides you always felt belonged.”

Estevan lowered his voice into a whisper. “Her fear?” Estevan sighed. “It’s one of the greatest hindrances in uniting the three pillars of the soul. You see, fear corrupts the mind, prevents the body from taking actions, and takes control over the emotions. If you won’t try overcoming your fear, Larice, you won’t remember anything from your past.”

Thank you God. Please don't let anything Jinx my happiness. Everything has ended but after going through so much, there doesn't go a day where I don't fear losing people I love. As the saying goes, " Once bitten twice shy. " I don't think I will be ever able to overcome this fear. Even my therapist said that it's natural for someone like me, who went through so much to think like that.

Like I was the problem for being scared. He asked if I knew the man. I said no. He asked if there were threats of violence. I said no—not direct ones. But how do you explain the dread that lives in your spine? How do you make someone understand that fear doesn’t always come in the shape of a knife? Sometimes it’s words that feel too specific. A message timed too perfectly. A shiver on the back of your neck that won’t go away. He told me to block the account. Not to engage. Maybe “lay low online” for a while. As if I hadn’t built my entire second life on being visible. As if turning invisible was something I could afford.

SERENA Fear is a thing. Most people do not understand it. They think fear is loud noises and violence. That is not true fear. True fear is quiet. It is the feeling that makes people stop talking when you walk into a room. It is what makes powerful men look down when they see you. It is what makes servants shake when they are serving you. Fear does not need to be loud or violent. It just needs to be certain. Stormclaw is certainly afraid of me.

--- A beat. --- “And now you’re afraid of it.” --- The words hit harder than anything before. --- Because they weren’t just observation. --- They were truth. --- And truth— --- Could not be rewritten. --- For the first time— --- The figure didn’t respond immediately. --- A pause stretched between them. --- Heavy. --- Loaded with something unspoken. --- Because fear— --- Was not something the system acknowledged. --- Not something it allowed. --- But that didn’t mean it wasn’t there.

Something deeper. Desire. Maybe this was desire. He looked like he was holding himself back. Like he wanted to move closer but was gripping the edge of control with both hands. And the strange thing? I didn’t feel the need to run. I felt curious. Nervous. But not afraid. “I’m learning,” I said softly. “What this means. What it feels like. I want to know more, but I’m scared I’ll do something wrong. Or go too fast. Or make you uncomfortable.”

Also should be an easy one. Now Anthony's might be a little harder. He's got a fear of Butterflies. It's called Leidopterophobia. There are a couple of ways I could do that. Wilson is afraid of having no technology available, it's called technophobia. This is harder for me. Which is why I'm bringing Emily into this. She and Wilson are having some relationship problems. When I asked, she was all on board. As long as I don't pull a prank on her, I'm all good.