Fears To Give Characters Novels & Stories

Sharper. Not fear. Something closer to calculation.

Tuesday, April 19, 2022 5: 10 p.m. I’m on my counter, receiving orders again, and looking here and there, if he is here or not. I’m too afraid of him. I’m thinking about him all the time that why he is here. I can’t focus on my work and my body is still shivering. My hands are shaking while writing orders. But I have to do work. I can’t leave. I fear that if I go to home now and if he is here, he will follow me up to the home and I don’t want it to happen.

Fear gripped my heart in its iron grasp. .............. It wasn't just Lucas who felt the tendrils of fear squeezing his heart. Serena felt it too, and it felt like her chest was on fire, just from wondering what would happen. The mere terror that the clanging sound generated made her heart beat faster at every clang. It was too much for her to handle. She looked around repeatedly, and the soft wind whipped her hair into her face, which she brushed back with both hands.

There is nowhere in the world Alaric will go that I will not follow. “He is mine!” To the male that dared to touch even a hair on his head, I grab hold of his essence, dirty and dark and twisted. But he has nothing on me. For the first time since all those years ago, I use fear and feed it to him. It is the easiest thing to do. My biggest fear has changed, and they brought it to life. The male staggers and releases Alaric and he collapses to his knees as his eyes bulge out from their sockets, seeing things that only he can see. He starts screaming, clawing at the ground, his body, his face pale and his body shaking. He is drowning in his own greatest fears. My lips curve and I increase it tw

We're talking about real dead bodies here, and just looking at them gives me chills. Damon said nothing more; he remained standing there, observing the various emotions playing across my face. I could sense it. I'm afraid of dead bodies, I fear his pet, and I also fear him. This fear won't exactly help if he wants me by his side. But he needs to understand that I can't suddenly become comfortable with these things. It takes time and understanding, not weakness. Damon's POV

never question authority and just do as I am told. What you do, Fear, and this is where you're quite the master; I have to say, is take the words, the bits that you believe fit your purpose so well, edit them together and play them back to me. Some of the words that may have been said to me by others, some of the words I read somewhere, are taken out of context but put together so well that it sounds so real. …Mirabelle POV… I can see the fear in Damien’s eyes; he is waiting for me to react. The thing is, how do I react? I am overwhelmed and downright scary.

he asked, the amusement fading from his voice. “I do.” “He’s got this whole place under his feet. Meals. Water. Free time. People. Everything. He could revoke your patrol time too.” His voice flickered with worry. “Don’t worry, Bruce. Nothing’s going to happen to you.” “I’m worried about you,” he said. “Fear is a weakness,” I replied, setting my sketchbook aside. “When you show fear, they feel delight. Fear means they can control you.” “Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work?” he asked, confusion written all over his face.

Bella squinted against the harsh brightness, her eyes struggling to adjust, disoriented by the sudden change. Footsteps echoed ominously, drawing closer, their rhythm a foreboding drumbeat in the hollow basement. Her heart thundered in her chest; each beat a crescendo of fear as the unknown figure approached. A sense of dread tightened her chest as the silhouette drew nearer, its features obscured by the blinding glare. Fear rendered her speechless, her mind a whirlwind of unanswered questions and terror. Who was this person? Why had they taken her? What did they want?

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.