Fearlessly Novels & Stories

Kaya kita ko kung paanong namutla si Misha. "Hey, you can tell him about your fear of swords." Untag ko kay Misha na parang naumid na ata ang dila pero hindi man lang nito nagawang magreact. She totally lost it. Mukhang natatakot na ito habang nakatingin ito sa mga espada. "Hey Marcus, Misha could not handle sword. She has selective Aichmophobia, particular with swords." Saad ko rito. Hindi naman siguro masama na sabihin yun di ba? Kesa naman parang mauulol na itong si Misha habang nakatingin sa mga espada.

Zach commanded as he put Fayre right behind him. Fayre, with teary eyes, cluelessly nodded. Her hands were trembling as she held the dagger in her right hand, left arm hugging her stuffed toy. The feeling was unfamiliar to her. She bears such a soft heart and she couldn’t bear to hurt anything, living or not. Hindi pa rin nagsi-sink in sa kanya ang mga nangyayari sa kanyang paligid. She was drenched in rain, yet she felt numb for a moment. Hindi niya maramdaman ang lamig ng hangin na humahampas sa kanyang katawan o ang pagtama ng tubig sa kanyang ulo. Fayre was clearly occupied, lost in oblivion.

I shrugged. "My point is. I know what I am getting into, Lev. Alam kong baliw ka, masungit. Mya OCD. Germophobic. May haphephobia. Mafia boss with a killer body to go along with the bad boy image. My ultimate bonus, if I may add. Plus you have this huge, Breephobia." "Stop terrorizing words. Walang Breephobia." "Meron na. Hindi mo nabasa sa diyaryo or na-watch sa news." I feigned innocence. Enjoying Lev's calm and bright face.

sagot ni Elena, diretso at walang takot. “Then stay close to me… because this time, I won’t lose you,” bulong niya, halos hindi marinig. Tahimik ang paligid. Pero hindi tahimik ang puso nila. Nandun ang takot. Ang galit. Ang adrenaline. At sa gitna ng lahat— ang init. Ang paghila sa isa’t isa. “You should be scared.” Mahina ang boses ni Alexander. “I am.” “Then why are you still standing?”