I Hold On So Nervously Novels & Stories

In the way you know when someone is holding something too heavy alone. She is not crying. Her posture is upright, careful. One hand grips the edge of the counter as if anchoring herself to something solid. The other fumbles with her wallet, fingers stiff with distraction. There is a tremor there. Small. Contained. I feel it in my chest like a pressure change. This is the moment. The kind I used to respond to without thinking. The kind that never announced itself with drama or spectacle. Just quiet need, brushing past. I do nothing.

is keep holding his hand. Just a little longer.

Nudging, bumping into my spine and heightening my already sky-high fear levels. There is another movement of the handle, twisting my wrist to an almost snapping point as I struggle to hold it, then nothing for a moment. I stand listening, waiting, pressing myself firmly against it and wait. Trying to figure out if he has decided it’s locked and is moving on away from me. Too tense to hope for that and just poised and still in a horrible long tense second that seems to last forever.

Slowly, Very slowly, I turn to Lincoln and I see that He suddenly looks very nervous. No... Terrified. Guilty. And suddenly… I feel like I'm about to explode

Moments after, several of my packmates start to occupy the linear benches on both the left and the right sides behind us. Soft murmurs and breathings fill my ears next. The irregular thudding of my heart is also competing against those noises. My fingers are fidgeting on my lap while my feet are jerking on the floor. If I’m this nervous, I wonder how nervous Primo and his stooges are going to be once they occupy the witness stand later. “Are you okay?” Mama’s question makes my fingers fidget and my feet jerk more. She lowers her concerned eyes to my hands, then to my feet. I try to stop them, but they keep moving. When she angles her eyes to mine, she also holds my hands tight. Then she whis

Pedro Hernandez “We can handle it.” I try to sound welcoming, but my tone betrays my nervousness. Adrielle stands in the hallway, her arms crossed and a worried expression on her face. Her eyes don't stay fixed, just darting back and forth as her thoughts seem to scream through her mind. I feel like I should welcome her like I used to, because that's what she needs, but I constantly remind myself that nothing is the same. My fingers are still trembling, and I try to hide it from her, so much so that she doesn't seem to notice. My chest still tightens, and I have trouble breathing.

However, with Killian there, he would take the responsibility of answering their questions away from me. Five more minutes of waiting in the car, and I saw Killian's Mustang pulled up alongside his sister's Bug. "He's here. Are you ready?" I shook my head, feeling my nerves bundled up like a ball of twine. "No, I'm never gonna be ready for this."

"I think it’s just… nerves. The party.." Nana knelt beside me, her hand resting firmly on my back. She didn't look at the stylists; she looked straight at me, her eyes narrowed and searching. "Is it just nerves, honey?" she asked, My heart skip

If it gets bad, you want whatever it takes to get out of a situation alive. "You ready?" Holden asks as he holds out a piece of gum towards me. I chew it because it helps with my nerves, it allows me to focus on the rhythm of that rather than the beating of my heart or the adrenaline making my hands shake. I open the paper and pop it into my mouth. "I'm ready," I tell him, putting my earpiece in my ear.

Hailey Anderson I'm so nervous and I'm literally sweating right now. We're currently at the Hastington Hotel, at their the meeting room to be exact. There's still 10 minutes left and I'm just.. so so so nervous. "I'm nervous." I said and my dad chuckled. "Why nervous? They're just ordinary people like us." He said and I looked at him disbelief. "They're not ordinary." I said. "Just calm down, Hailey. Your face is a little bit pale." My dad said and patted my shoulder. I nodded and I kept looking at my watch.