Inward Trembling Novels & Stories

I feel weird. I won’t deny the fact that I feel completely lost with his touches. I feel like I melt just like an ice in front of his touches but along with the pleasure, a sudden and quick fear covers all over my body making my body shiver with anxiety and fear that I start to tremble all of a sudden. “Zara! What’s wrong?” he asks as he sees me trembling all over.

The tremor rolled beneath their feet like a living thing—slow at first, then sharp, cracking through the broken stone pillars with a low, groaning sound that echoed through the hollow chamber. Dust drifted down in pale sheets, whispering over Adrian’s shoulders as he held Emily tighter, his body tensing like a creature sensing a predator before it appeared.

assistant"> The entire temple trembled. Dust rained from the ceiling as the glowing spiral marks spread across the stone walls like living fire. Deep beneath the ground, something massive groaned awake—a sound so ancient and heavy it seemed to shake the air itself. Thomas clung tightly to Julia’s neck, trembling. “Mommy…” he whispered weakly. Julia held him closer instantly, her heart racing violently. “I’m here,” she whispered. “I’ve got you.” But her wolf was panicking.

I was shaking like a leaf on the inside. When he reached me and hauled me to my feet, the tremor in my body betrayed me. He said nothing as he dragged me across the room, and though I tried to steady my breathing, my chest rose and fell too fast. Fear tangled with something darker, heavier and shamefully sweet. That mix of dread and want left me unsteady, betraying me further when heat stirred low in my belly.

My body trembled uncontrollably, a deep, internal tremor that shook me to my core. I pressed a trembling hand to my chest, trying to calm the frantic thrum of my heart. I could still hear my mother's slurred voice, sharp with condemnation. Still feel the priest's cold, judging eyes burning into me. Still taste the bitter betrayal in Mark's mouth, even though I knew, intellectually, it was just a dream. I curled into myself, knees drawn tight to my chest, trying to make myself small, invisible. "It was just a dream," I whispered, my voice cracking, a desperate plea for reassurance. "Just a dream."

“Your eyes move. Your lips tremble. You show everything you feel. You are far more beautiful when fear is living inside you.” I glared at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me shrink back, but my body betrayed me regardless. My hands trembled uncontrollably. My knees felt weak. Each breath I dragged into my lungs was quick and uneven. Jacob noticed everything. And he was thrilled by it. His smile widened as he crouched again, lowering himself until his face aligned with mine. He placed his palm on his own knee, not touching me this time, but still close enough to make me jolt at the thought of his skin brushing mine.

God knows that I have tried. But there's no cooperation between me and my body. It won't listen or won't stop screaming at me. My hands started shaking. No. Infact my whole body is shaking, trembling like I've been in a blizzard instead of a temperature controlled room. I stumble back, desperate for distance, for space, for anything that isn't his touch and his scent and his presence. “Deborah—-” “Don't.” I held up a hand and pathetically it's trembling badly. “Just… don't.”

"Jace. Look at me." His eyes found mine something behind them flickering, unstable, like a dying bulb catching current for one brief second before it steadied. He took a step forward. My body answered by stepping back. Not terror. Not even close. Whatever pulled at me when he was near had no name, but fear wasn't it. The bed frame caught the back of my knees. I sat down hard. He stood at the edge, trembling from the inside out like his body had become a cage and whatever lived in him had grown too large for it. His hands were clenched. His breathing was controlled in the way that people control things that are seconds from breaking.

she was starting to worry. He pulled back to look at her, he shook his head. "Tell me what you're feeling," she was concerned. He drew a long breath, his jaw clenched, he shook his head. He was vulnerable, she was seeing a different side of him, he loosened his grip, he didn't realize he was holding her too tightly.

Kael Riven was trembling. Not in the obvious, dramatic way. It was just these tiny, barely-there tremors running through his thighs where my forearms rested. His breathing had gone shallow and ragged, like he was trying to hold it together and failing miserably. His cock was still straining hard against the front of his shorts, the damp spot at the tip darker now, spreading slowly. Fuck, the sight of it made my own dick twitch again even though I’d just come minutes ago.