Inward Trembling Novels & Stories

His thumb twitches, betraying the restraint he is trying so hard to maintain. " Should I call the doctor?" He asks softly, his voice almost breaking at the edges. His hand slowly reaching her cheek. His palm trembles faintly, betraying the storm of emotions beneath his calm exterior. She doesn't move, doesn't notice that a hand, shaky and hesitant, is getting close to her. Her breathing remains shallow, uneven.

I reflexively tried to push him away by the trembling arm of mine but he, in a split second, pushed his body to mine, killing every distance we had. My breathing starts to become heavier as I struggle even harder to get out of his grip. "I should really show you what monsters do." He says while he starts to kiss on neck and harshly sucking at a particular area. I can feel two sharp pointed things slightly scratching my skin. "Leave me." I speak realizing what he's about to do. Tremble. Tremble is no match to define how my body is reacting in this whole situation. I'm trying my best to get out of his iron grip but it is only contributing making him clench even more tighter.

My legs trembled, my fingers gripping the sheets helplessly as I tried to breathe, but the air left me in shaky gasps. “Da - mon…” I whispered again, my voice breaking this time, somewhere between pleading and surrendering. He didn’t relent. He teased, slow and relentless, dragging me higher, closer, until every sensation blurred into a dizzying, delicious ache. I was trembling. Shaking. Teetering at the edge of something I wasn’t sure I could come back from. And then… I shot upright, gasping, my chest rising and falling as though I’d just surfaced from drowning. My hand pressed against my pounding heart while the silence of my room mocked the wild storm inside me.

The room swam, blurred at the edges, the present struggling to reclaim me from the ghost of that night. My hands trembled violently as I reached for the edge of a table, the rough wood biting into my palm, splinters digging in like small knives. The tremor coursed up my arms, shaking my shoulders, threatening to betray me to the room, to the crowd of strangers whose gazes flicked like shadows across the tavern. I forced myself still, muscles trembling, teeth gritted, forcing the quake into submission. The cracks in me—the fragile fractures that ran like veins beneath my skin—had to remain hidden. Because cracks meant weakness. And weakness was blood in the water. A scent predators could smel

One spank, one touch, one cruel word at a time. "I won't break." I whispered into the sheets. "I won't." But my voice shook. And my body trembled. And I could still feel where his fingers had been. Where his hand had landed. Where his breath had ghosted across my skin. I licked my cracked lips. Tasted salt. Tears or sweat, I didn't know. My whole body was trembling. Every muscle tight and coiled. From rage, I told myself. Just rage. But deep down, I knew the truth. I was trembling from need.

"That depends." "On what?" "On whether you can rein it in." I stared at my hands again, trying to still the trembling. The power under my skin pulsed like a heartbeat—alive, waiting, ready to consume if I wasn't in control. I clenched my fists. A blazing, scorching fire ran through my veins. My fingers spasmed involuntarily, claws digging into skin as my vision blurred. My breathing was shallow, fast, the kitchen around me distorting like ripples through water.

Familiar body temperature Familiar odor, familiar ...... fear, roaming the heart! Trembling fear panic, all mapped out from those tightly closed eyelashes, even those lips that were treated gently, were trembling. This trembling, transmitted to the man behind him, the bottom of his eyes, a hint of heartache, a hint of despair, a hint of remorse ...... from now on, no longer willing to fail this woman! No longer willing to let this woman feel afraid ...... This is his dereliction of duty.

"You're trembling." "I'm cold." "It isn't cold." "It's cold." Her voice cracked. "It's not." The trembling spread from her hands into her arms. Then her shoulders. Soon, every muscle in her body quivered uncontrollably. She clenched her jaw. Stop. Please stop. The harder she fought it... The worse it became. Dean remained perfectly still. His instincts urged him to help. His wolf practically demanded it. She's frightened. "I can see that." Go to her.

Why my life is so fucked up? Trembling and fainting I stopped in front of a house, the rain still not stopping. I pursed my shivering lips and clenched my trembling hand into a fist. Cold water is dripping down my body. The cold was draining and I felt, I could no longer step forward in extreme weakness. I want to call him, but I can't move my lips. I closed my eyes emphatically. When I looked up, my heart pounded at the sight of familiar eyes across the gate.

My hand trembles, my cheeks burn with both rage and embarrassment. “Do not, ever, ever do such a thing to me!” I hiss, my voice low and sharp, trembling with emotion. My chest aches, my heart feels raw. I turn on my heel and storm away, my steps loud and deliberate. I refuse to look back. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing me shaken. Inside, I am trembling, my heart racing, my blood burning with a thousand conflicting feelings—anger, fear, humiliation, and something else… something I refuse to name.