Inward Trembling Novels & Stories

Occasionally cursed in his heart for fear of hearing the sound of tables and chairs shifting because they hit him. He walked to the left and the book aisle until his hand touched the end of the hall. He went back through each book quickly. Find out here where it is. Several books hit and fell, causing him to curse again. There was the sound of the library door opening and approaching footsteps. It sounded calm but it made the boy's heart flutter, as if today was the last day for him to breathe.

Questions spun around like a whirlwind, but no answers came. Sebastian clung to me, his body trembling in my arms. His once proud and composed demeanor had crumbled, leaving behind a broken man, tormented by some invisible force. I couldn't bear to see him in such pain, and despite my own confusion and fear, I couldn't bring myself to leave him in that state. I held him close, trying to provide some semblance of comfort, my fingers gently stroking his hair as he trembled against me. The room was filled with an unsettling silence, broken only by the sound of his ragged breathing and the occasional sniffle escaping from his trembling lips.

I lock the door behind me and lean my forehead against the wood until the cool seeps into my skin. My legs feel like they are shaking from the inside out, the kind of tremor that never quite makes it to the surface but threatens to fold me anyway. I push myself upright and force my body to move.

I can’t do that. “Dye! What’s wrong?!” Emmy’s state of worry intensified now that she sees me. I must look pathetic- curled into a ball on the floor, running my hands up and down my legs, enjoying the tingles I’m feeling. My forehead feels sweaty, and my hair is disheveled, falling across my face and sticking to my neck. I sense Emmy crouch down next to me and she gently places her hand on my shoulder. I shrieked from her contact.

He threw the phone he had in his hand on the bed before starting his slow walk towards Zadkiel who pressed himself more against the door and if he could, he would’ve climbed up to the ceiling through it. “I guess I liked you there, on the bed. Why are you coming here?” His heart was now drumming so loud against his chest and his breaths picked up that he actually thought there was a whole ass concert going inside his body as everything just contributed and his legs were shaking, making him dance to the beat. “I like you pressed against the door as well,” Irvin said, dropping his voice and making it deep rough which made Zadkiel squirm in his place. All he wanted to do was to open the door an

Disgust fills inside me as I unknowingly grab Christian arm, trembling in fear. "Baby!", Christian exclaims, looking at me. "What happened?" He notices me trembling like this and immediately grabs my shoulder. Adavan's eyes move to mine. I can't even stand his horrible gaze. I strive to go behind Christian to hide. "Baby", Christian's voice fills with both tension and surprise. "What happened to you? Why are you trembling?" I get numb, my throat wasn't supporting me to utter something. I can only remember his filthy gaze on me, his nasty touch. I sweat and shiver very badly.

His thumb found my pulse. Fast, desperate, wild — a tiny, insidious rhythm lured me out. He noticed. Of course he did. He looked at me, a subtle challenge beneath the self-restraint. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, saying the same words off another night, another deafening silence.

Her eyes widened in fear and nervousness as she turned and found those gray eyes glistening soulfully under the moon’s light. Shea swallowed hard as she unconsciously held her chest – where her heart was fluttering crazily inside her.

My body can’t stop trembling ,every muscle in my frame is wound tight with tension as if I’m about to face something terrifying, each fiber of my being screaming at me to run even though I know there’s nowhere to go. The air in the room feels thick and heavy, pressing down on my chest like a physical weight that makes it hard to draw a full breath. "Do you want me to feed you?" asks the man behind me, his voice low and steady against my ear, a stark contrast to the chaos raging inside my mind. His breath is warm against my skin, sending shivers skittering down my spine that have nothing to do with fear.

Run! Evangeline's body trembled as she gasped for breath, her fingers gripping the sheets with a desperation that mirrored the terror in her mind. She was trapped in a nightmare so vivid that it felt disturbingly real. Jeremy's figure loomed over her, his weight pinning her down, suffocating her with the cruel repetition of a nightmare that refused to release its hold. Over and over, the same horrifying scenario played out, each cycle leaving her more drained, her breathing more shallow, until her mind could no longer distinguish between dream and reality.