Fearless Novels & Stories

(6). Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 6: unspoken connections . *Ace Carlton* Ace sat at his usual spot in the bustling cafeteria, the popular kids in the school spot, a tray of food in front of him, flanked by his two closest friends, Jason and Harper. They were a tight-knit trio, always sharing stories and laughter over lunch. Today, however, something seemed different, and it didn't escape the keen eyes of Jason and Harper.

Aditya shakes his head and says "I'll call someone and we will go to a hotel and when your friend calls you, tell her to come to the hotel." Saying this he was about to go but dashes with someone and hears a cute childish voice "Who the hell is this shameless, Ill-mannered and ungenerous person?" Aditya looked down and found a cute 4 years old girl was rubbing her nose. Aditya smiles then sits on his knees and asks "Ill-mannered, shameless is fine but why ungenerous?" Mehak who heard an adult voice looks up and saw a man in front of her "Because you dashed with me then didn't even said sorry and my Mumma said those people who don't say sorry for their mistakes are stingy and ungenerous"

The words were a balm to Delia's frazzled nerves, soothing her fears and doubts like a gentle rain. Delia took another deep breath, feeling the weight of her emotions slowly begin to lift. "I just can't believe it's really happening," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I'm standing at the edge of a cliff, ready to jump but terrified of the fall." The fear was palpable, a living, breathing thing that threatened to consume her at any moment.

Her display on the moonstone had been impossible to ignore. She looked up, meeting Daire’s gaze across the little table. He watched her, jaw set, ready for the sting. She thought of all the words that had been used on her. Unstable. Asset. Lot. Recoverable. This one was different. Not kind. Not unfair. Fear was, at least, honest. She folded the letter carefully. Laid it on the table. “I can work with fear,” she said quietly. “It beats indifference.” Daire’s mouth quirked.

Spoke three full sentences without screaming. “This is exhausting,” it said on the fourth day. “Existing while afraid is so much work.” “Yes,” Lena agreed. “But you’re doing it. That’s what matters.” “What happens when you leave? When I am alone again?” “You won’t be alone. Ash will stay. Will visit daily. Will sit with your fear without judgment.” Ash flickered uncertainty. “I am not suited for this. I taught the red Source anger. But fear is different. More fragile.” “You’ll learn. Like we all learned. Through trying and failing and trying again.”

🦪 DORA 🦪 The first time I truly understand fear is when Dale Lazarus’s arms lock around me like iron bars, his breath hot against the back of my neck. I should run. I should scream. But my body betrays me before my mind can catch up.

His trust in us was so pure, while we could only stand helplessly, watching him endure this torment. “I can't be afraid,” Neil continued, his voice carrying a strength beyond his years. “If they see me scared when they come, it will make them sad.” He clenched his teeth, struggling to hold back his tears, but they streamed down his young cheeks despite his efforts. “But I am still so scared... what should I do?” The sight of him, so brave yet so vulnerable, nearly broke me. My heart ached with an intensity that left me breathless, watching him suffer with such raw, unfiltered fear.

she said with a small laugh. “Wow,” I paused and then frowned. “That’s the opposite of me, mom. I’m not fearless. I’m not brave. I’m still scared of my own shadow,” my heart clenched as I clenched my fists. I felt a warm hand on my back, letting me know that mom was comforting me.

“And, if I’m being honest, kind of impressive. I mean, you survived riding a bike down stairs. That’s bold.” “Bold? Oh come on…It was stupid,” I snapped, though my lips betrayed by curving into a reluctant smile. “Maybe,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “But it says a lot about you.” I frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He hesitated for a beat, as if weighing his words. “You’re fearless. Reckless, sure, but fearless. That’s... rare.” My cheeks heated, and I quickly looked away, focusing intently on the river like it held all the secrets of the universe.

I had to swallow the scream. I couldn't let myself break down completely, because Lilibeth was just down the hall. Lilibeth. My fierce, observant seventeen-year-old, she already knew too much, already saw the cracks, heard the clipped tones, and carried a heavy, cynical sadness that didn't belong on the shoulders of a teenager, If she heard me crying like this, if she saw her poised, indestructible mother reduced to a sobbing wreck on a shower floor, the illusion would vanish entirely.