Novel & Cerita Hreat

She encouraged herself He was her worst nightmare, a murderer, a killer. He's the reason behind her everyday tears and she was sure going to haunt him same way he did to her. Having encouraged her self enough. She lifted her head up and narrowed her eyes to meet his . Her gaze dropped instantly as it peered into the hot seething dark eyes. His eyes were blazing fire, his jaw tighten as though he was about to murder. Fear over took her as she shudder from where she stood still holding the tray that contained his breakfast. She couldn't tell what offense she had committed rather she prayed silently wishing he'd just voice it out rather than shot her with deadly glare that makes shiver ran down

FEAR. A strong, uncontrollable and unpleasant emotion caused by actual or perceived danger or threat. This was all Dylan Blake could feel as he opens his eyes while expecting an excruciating pain from his chest area, in particular, his heart. He was naturally born with a weak heart but the accident he was in a week ago proved that the fact that he was alive was a miracle to him. As his eyes closed, having been on life support machine for days while waiting for a donor, all he could think of was dying in the hand of his lover but who was he kidding. She wasn’t present next to him at that moment, she wasn’t even in existence anymore. The accident had taken her l

Adrian pressed the paddles to Hearty's chest and delivered the shock. Her body jerked, lifting slightly off the bed before falling back. All eyes went to the monitor and the erratic line continued. "Again. Charge to three hundred." The whine grew louder. "Clear!" Another shock was given to her which resulted in another jerk of her body. This time, the line flattened to a complete flatline. "No pulse," Benita said, her fingers on Hearty's neck. "Start compressions!" Dr. Adrian yelled. Benita climbed onto the bed, positioned her hands on Hearty's sternum, and began pushing down hard and fast. The bed creaked with each compression.

He asked suddenly grabbing onto her neck which caused her to scream out. "I hated to watch him f**king kiss what's mine," he whispered deeply in her ears as her eyes filled up with tears, "Tell me, Ashley, why do you let him in so easily, why do you always give him a chance, tell me," Jay demanded as Ashley shivered in fear while tears ran down her cheeks as she bit back her sobs. Jay began to get impatient as his grip tightened around her neck, "J-Jay, you're h-hurting me," she said struggling to breathe as she held onto Jay's wrist.

My heart pounded faster than ever as fear snaked around and tighten around my neck, making it seem almost impossible for me to breath. His eyes burnt with death.

she yelled Silas placed his hand on her shoulder. “Do you feel any pain in your chest?” He asked Fiona raised her brow in puzzlement. “What?” “You don't, right? That is because you have a healthy heart. That boy is suffering from heart failure and that seizure could've killed him if I hadn't been there so yes, his life is more important” Fiona's eyes whelmed up, “I can't believe you're saying this,” Silas ascended the stairs, paying her fuss no attention.

Hailey The pieces of my heart—so carefully held together, so desperately collected—trembled. They quivered, beating fast, erratically, as the fear of shattering into nothing but dust coiled around them, squeezing tighter with every passing second. I held my breath. Struggled to maintain an expression—any expression—that wasn’t pure, unfiltered dread. And I hated myself for it. Hated how I felt this fear. Hated how close I was to begging him to look at me, to speak, to say something that would make this not real.

Her heart ached for Dirk, knowing the pain he was enduring. Dr. Naam's eyes widened with a mix of fear and anguish as she witnessed the bleeding from Dirk's nose intensify. Panic gripped her heart. She pressed her trembling hand against his forehead, feeling the scorching heat that threatened to consume him. "Hold on, Dirk," she whispered, her voice filled with desperation. "You're not alone. We will find a way to save you."

"Di...did you kill them...?" Faith asked, her voice trembling as she struggled to catch her breath, still recovering from the near panic attack she had just experienced. Faith's heart pounded in her chest, its rhythm echoing the residual fear that lingered from the harrowing ordeal she had just endured. Gasping for air, she struggled to regain control over her trembling body. The man who had emerged as her savior stood by her side, a pillar of strength in the midst of chaos. His presence alone provided a much-needed respite from the overwhelming terror that had threatened to consume her.