Jar Of Fears Romane & Geschichten

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

The fear and shame were running all over the place, all Leora was thinking about now was what if she got fired? 'How about this, what if I get fired. Why are his eyes so scary oh my god, get rid of the person who is in front of me now. He's scary, really,' Leora thought, really looking down in fear. While Jason was standing not far from her, now his eyes were staring at Leora sharply. His hands clenched into fists trying to hold back his emotions, if the human in front of him was a man, he would probably break his bones immediately.

Not even jealousy. Fear. Real, unfiltered, bone-deep fear. And it’s aimed at me. Why? Before I can ask, before I can process the undercurrent of dread tightening my chest, Zaria’s voice cuts in... sharper than a blade, steeped in venom. “So, she’s not a killer, but she is a thief now?”

He took a shaky breath. "And now they look at me like I’m the beast in the dark. Even my daughter." He paused, jaw tight. "Do you know what that feels like, Georgia? Do you?" For a heartbeat, Georgia’s gaze softened. But only for a heartbeat. "Yes," she whispered. "Because I looked into her eyes last night and saw fear. And she wasn’t afraid of the dark. She was afraid of you." …✿…✿… In the rogue bunker hidden beneath the frozen cliffs of the Eastern Ridge, James paced restlessly. The map on the table was marked in red, blue, and black ink, symbols for Jared’s troops, supply lines, and the few safe havens left.

“What the fuck was that?” Joel said in disbelief, “What the fuck was that thing?” he shouted the second time. Goose bumps were all over his body and he was physically shaking. Zara was still frozen, her eyes fixed on the head of Beta Fen, the look of suspended horror on the dead face had her spellbound. Joel was shaking his head, everything about taking Zara out was forgotten, right now, he wanted nothing more but the safety of his pack, he was scared to death.

Alone, Jairo stared at the wall, chest heaving. He wasn’t just angry, he was rattled. His paranoia was coming from Donald's gentleness with women. He doesn't want to have creepy thoughts of his woman and second-hand together. He can't take risks and he fears Kara sees Donald as a more gentleman than he was. ‘Cause why the fvck would she ask him to say hi to him? With a sharp sigh, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured a glass. He needed to calm his damn nerves.

Bone tired and unsure, Seraphine held on to my arm like a shadow, nails firmly lodged into my sleeves. Strange candles with odd shapes and colors flickered, casting dim light to the jars overflowing with a mix of curiously morbid items. Filled with herbs and the lightest feathers and even weirder like a thick, dark liquid, the jars also housed: a heart that pulsated and eyes that blinked. Soft, whispering sounds like the rustle of wind on parchment filled the area, swirling around us. “What is it? Where are we? This gives me the creeps,” Seraphine murmured.

Liya. Jafar's grin was a chilling sight, a cruel reflection of the devastation he'd unleashed. The cages groaned open, spilling forth a tide of snarling, monstrous figures. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, fear a cold weight in my gut. The monsters were too much. I paled as I recalled the ones outside, currently killing more people. If these ones were to get out, it would be a disaster. It all had to end, here and now.

Because until now, I have been scared of her reaction to the new revelation. She had called me scary, she had called me scary when she saw the picture of my wolf. J has never seen a werewolf before, she'll freak out if she finds out that I am one. She is still trying to adjust to the news of being a mafia Lord. “What? Why do I see fear in your eyes?” She teased as she pointed at my eyes. “Don't try it, J. Do not dare think of going to get a job at the club or even think of going to a male stripper's club”

"I'm afraid... that I'm not good enough. That no matter what I do, I'll never be strong enough to protect the ones I love." A sudden gust of wind whipped through the ruins, and the symbols flared brilliantly before dimming. The stone pulsed under Mike’s hand, then went still. He stepped back, his expression unreadable. Zara went next, then Marcus, each confessing their hidden fears—their failures, their regrets. The ruins absorbed their words, weighing them like a silent judge. Then it was my turn. I stepped forward, my hands trembling slightly as I placed them against the cold stone. "What do you fear most?" the voice whispered.