Fearless Novels & Stories

Mrs Williams turned around with a start and dropped the dish. " Hi, mom," Rosaleen uttered and stood still for a moment. She played with her fingers as lines of stress formed on her forehead. Events that transpired in the morning replayed in her mind. Her words haunted her. Her every word read itself out in her head. Yes, she shouldn't have said them. " Your father and Meg have gone out to purchase petrol from a nearby station," her mother announced, breaking into her thoughts and breaking the awkward silence that tore Rosaleen apart.

Amelia said cheering me up. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it going to be?” I asks. “Well, we’ve never experienced it before but from what Caden’s mom said, it is the scariest rule ever. A lot of ladies eyeing Caden gets a chance to fight you for your position and it is a fight to death” She said making me sigh. “What are you guys up to?” Keith said as he and Caden walks in. “We are just leaving” I said as I drag Caden out of the room towards his office.

I tense knowing I’ve said the wrong thing. “You know that nervousness is a waste of energy. Nervousness, fear, anxiety- these all weaken us. These emotions make us doubt ourselves. There’s no room for doubt right now. Are you uncertain that you will win tomorrow?” He asks me. His voice is calm; he’s always calm. He never wavers. Even when he is enraged, he is composed. That’s what makes him so easy to fear. He’s consistent, yet unreadable. In the twelve years that I’ve known him, I’ve learned his mannerisms and his preferences, but I never assume I truly know him. And everyone that I’ve brought in over the years, I make sure they know that too. He hates arrogance but demands confidence. He w

I chirped. "Really?..." he stopped the car and unbuckle his seatbelt. "You are under my turf Shasta. The public knows you as Feinah... Why didn't you go inside the party then?... Tell me..." I averted my gaze and bite my lower lips while bowing, "I just don't see myself fitting for that kind of party..." "Is that so? Not because you're afraid that your father will recognize you?..." My blood boils, out of anger. I throw him a dagger look and laugh while clapping, "Job well done, Rhyiuz... I want to sleep... My head feels like exploding."

I spoke up then. "You're right, we got lucky. This could have gone so much worse and you know what? If it had, we would have handled it. All of us. We would have taken care of each other and made it through. There is no way to prevent this. There is nothing we can do to stop bad things from happening, that's just life. Life is a bully sometimes but you have us now and always. Your friends and family. People who love you no matter what. We are how you can feel safe. Knowing that no matter what comes our way, we can deal with it, together. Look up. Look at them. They are our safety. They are our peace" I said and Layla looked up and saw everyone.

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

His scream split the air as his body crashed below. The fat contestant froze. His eyes were wide, his breath shallow, terror rooting him in place. The rope shook under his stillness. “Move!” someone shouted behind. But he could not. Fear held him tighter than the rope. Anana’s voice rang above the storm, strong, fierce, cutting through his terror. “You are not weak!” she cried. “Fear is a lie, it's an illusion… it only owns you if you let it! Every step forward is victory. Do not stop here. Move!”

He nodded slowly. "I didn't know it would happen. It just did!", I said quickly. "I can go apologize to Quinn right now!" "What?" He looked at me incredulously. "Why would you do that? Quinn got what was coming to her." "But...the pack...won't they...?" "They'll love you, Adrienne." "They won't be scared of me?", I asked timidly. "They probably already are now", Lucas said. "But once they know what a kind person you are, they'll learn to respect you too and not just fear you. Besides a healthy amount of fear is good." He winked at me.

Let him see that my spirit, unlike my hopes, hadn't been extinguished. My breath hitched, a ragged sound in the otherwise silent den. I could feel the tremor that ran through my own body, a testament to the sheer force of his presence. Yet, I held my ground. My legs remained planted, my shoulders squared. I wouldn't offer him the satisfaction of seeing me yield or flee.

Fear locked neatly behind my ribs. Fearless isn’t the absence of fear. It’s deciding it doesn’t get to drive. And tonight, I’m riding shotgun with a devil who demands obedience and offers survival in return.