Novel & Cerita Jars Of Fears

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

His lips trembled as he tried to speak, but no sound came out. Aria watched the color drain from his face, horror and confusion flickering in his eyes. She frowned almost imperceptibly. She could sense that Jaleel's fear was unnatural. It wasn't the fear one felt toward an enemy, but the terror of recognizing something unspeakably dreadful. Aria wondered if she was truly that terrifying. After all, she considered herself a kind, upright, and helpful person. Her fingers tightened slightly around his throat. Her voice cooled. "What are you looking at? Do you really think you still have a chance to live?"

Someone tell me that I am being paranoid. Just before Jayden could walk out of the door to check, the wooden walls tremble with the echo of the first gunfire, each deafening crack shattering the fragile calm of the night. I cling to Joe’s arm, his skin burning against mine, a stark reminder of his weakened state. His shallow breaths mirror the pounding of my own heart as panic claws at my chest. We all get down in aid for safety as fear overtakes me.

I can’t move, can’t scream I’m frozen in terror of the thought of living alone like Ash. That’s when I hear a car pull up. I don’t want to see who it is but I dread I know. It’s Zac; he’s just got home from college to find a house of ash and fire. He comes running over to me, while I’m screaming “Zac go back to the car.” “Get back in the car.” Desperately I scream “Go Zac, leave, now.” I yell but it’s useless, he obviously can’t hear the frantic desperation in my voice. I start to run towards him but I’m too late, the monster gets their three steps before I do. It lifts him off the ground

She flinched when she felt a splash of something hot and wet across her neck. Her ears were ringing so loudly that the world went silent, leaving only the sight of the dark, starless sky above her. "Myla! Say something! Please, god, say something!" Jared screamed, his voice cracking with a terror so deep it was unrecognizable as he crawled toward her on his knees, his good hand clawing at the rough ground, his eyes wide and wild with the fear of what he would find. There was blood. Dark blood spreading across the tarred floor.

He whispered coldly in my ears. My eyes widened up as he said. My brow arched, I couldn't believed my ear. Oh my God! What is he trying to do with me? The fear of losing myself to a monster like him rushed a spine into my whole body system. Too young for this phase I was passing through. No! He wouldn't get down on me so easily.

I couldn't keep quiet anymore. "You know what you did!" Jared raised his arm to hit me again but this time around, I ducked and he almost lost his balance but the gammas he had come along with were quick to hold him. This seemed to infuriate Jared and he glared at me with his eyes glazed. His eyes were now pale yellow and I knew he would shift anytime soon. This made me take a step back. If he shifted, then I was dead. There was no way I would be able to protect myself from his terror. There was no way I would be able to run.

It was strange and uncomfortable, this connection he felt. "I’m okay." Adhara breathed nervously, her eyes fixed on the room where she’d been locked. "What are you afraid of?" Concern laced his voice. "Nothing… I just remembered something." Jarckon sighed and followed her gaze to the room. Adhara’s fear spiked when she heard a sound like running water, then echoing voices, whispering. She closed her eyes and focused on the calm flow—it felt close. She could sense it: a mirror image, clear, quiet, but deep. When she opened her eyes, they had turned gray. Unpleasant sensations twisted inside her, like a fish out of water. Jarckon squeezed her hand gently, jolting her.

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.

I was a child again, feeling his dirty hands on me, groping at my clothes while forcing my legs apart. The image shifted and I was driving a knife into his body over and over and over again I woke up gasping for breath, it’s really crazy how These nightmares started again a month ago, so I’ve been drowning myself in wine and men, it helps for the most part, but it is crazy. First thing I noticed after jerking awake was the killer headache I was sporting, second thing I noticed, was that there was a stranger in my bed. I stared long and hard at his face…. what was his name again? Jake? …..Zeke? Ugh dang it!