Fearless Novels & Stories

"Nem, we shouldn't go on that one." "Yes, we so are. It looks so exciting." "it looks so dangerous." I stated hoping for her to change her mind. "Exactly what makes it fun. "No." I responded attempting to disguise my fear at the best but clearly my voce faltered as she stops and turns to look at me. She raises her eyebrow and looks at me. "You're scared of a little height, Narc." "No." "Then let's go." So, I followed her and we went into the line and as soon as we made our way onto the actual seat. Nem chose the front seat. Those were the seats that would most likely to be the sacrificial one. Yes. I was internally freaking out.

The fear was palpable, and he could almost taste the despair. When the doctor lunged for his lips, a wave of revulsion and sheer terror coursed through Bienley. It was as if a thousand icy needles pricked his skin, and every nerve in his body screamed in protest. Faced with the impending horror, Bienley, against all odds, found a new wellspring of strength. Ignoring the searing pain in his thighs where the doctor's knees dug in, he fought with all his might to break free. "Fuck you! Let me go!" Bienley roared, his voice a mix of fury and desperation. The words tore from his throat, raw and filled with loathing.

“And we will. But not recklessly. Every move we make has to be precise.” Her fingers hesitated above the keyboard. “Precise… yes. But we also need to be brave. We can’t afford to be afraid anymore. Not you, not me… not anyone who’s standing with us.” He leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear. “Bravery isn’t the absence of fear, Scarlett. It’s moving forward despite it. And I… I’ll move forward as long as you’re beside me.” Scarlett’s heart skipped a beat. The warmth of his words contrasted sharply with the icy fear that lingered in her chest. She turned to face him, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt, any flicker of uncertainty but found none. Only resolve.

he demands "no i havent, i cant my body it just wont, its desensitised its....... its broken. but that doesnt mean i dont want too, i still want to help you acheive yours" i say almost desperately these sensations are magnificent and i dont want him to stop, but he looks like hes about to walk out the door

S‌era Win⁠ters Power isn't always a‌bou​t s‌t‍r‌e​ngth. Some‌times it's about kn‍ow‍ing exac​tly what som‍e⁠one else is afrai‍d to los‌e. I ate everything.

AYA‌NA: “I’m sc⁠ared, Daddy. I⁠’m trying to b⁠e brave like you and Mama want, but I⁠’m really scared.” AMO‌N: (p⁠ulling her close)‍ “Being scared doesn’t mean you’re not brave‍. Brave m‌eans doing hard thin⁠gs‌ even when you​’re terrified. You’re the​ b‌ravest perso‍n I know.” AYANA: “Braver than Mama when s⁠h‍e we⁠nt to Kigali?”

Her fear melted slightly, replaced by trust, by something tender and unspoken. “I… I don’t want to lose you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You won’t,” he murmured back. “Not as long as I’m here.” And in that quiet aftermath, amidst fear, adrenaline, and uncertainty, something shifted between them—a fragile, blooming connection, a silent promise, and the unspoken knowledge that they would face whatever came next together.

Then Lily felt fear creeping into her chest. God. The real fear. Fair. The terrifying fear. Reasonable. The what-if fear. God. What if they couldn't get out? Fair. What if nobody found them? Reasonable honestly. What if— God. No. Fair. No. Reasonable. She couldn't think like that. God. Not now. Fair. Not with Peanut watching her. Reasonable honestly. Then something happened. God. Something small. Fair. Something strange. Reasonable. Peanut pointed.

“Well, it didn’t seem to register. I can see you getting all dreamy-eyed just talking about him. Taking risks is all fun and games, Zo, until you end up seriously hurt.” From her position in the corner of the sofa, Anja scoffed. “Jesus, Sienna, loosen up. The whole point of a risk is the adrenaline that comes from the potential of getting hurt. Why else would anyone go bungee jumping or sky diving or swim with damn sharks? You can’t spend your entire life surrounded by safety nets. What a boring existence.” “Better a boring existence than none at all.” “You might as well have none at all if that’s your outlook.” Raising her hands in exasperation, she widened her eyes as she swiveled to face

“That’s what that ache is. I know it feels like something’s missing, but it’s not… it’s not something we can rush through. You deserve more than just relief.” She bites her lip and nods against me. But she doesn’t pull away. “I don’t want to make you stop,” she says, voice small. “I just don’t want to feel crazy anymore.” I hold her tighter. “You’re not crazy. You’re just learning your body. Learning what it’s like to want without fear. That’s not wrong. It’s not shameful. It’s beautiful.” Her eyes shine with something soft and confused and trusting. “I want you,” she says. “But I also want you to keep me safe.”