Legs Shaking Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

He placed a kiss on my temple and strolled out. I slumped on my chair, my hands trembling violently. His words kept echoing at the back of my mind. Fear rose in my throat as I struggled to calm my breathing. Memories flooded my mind, memories I wasn't even sure were mine. My right leg started moving,jerking uncontrollably on its own. I couldn't stop it ,my breathing was rugged and sweat droplets were rolling down my face. This was just like that time, it was happening again. But why now? it had been six years since my last episode.

My heart slams once, hard, like it’s answering back. I stumble back from the chair, breathing ragged. The shaking is uncontrollable now, the sweat rolling down my temple cold as ice. I drag a hand down my face, but the tremor doesn’t stop. Something’s wrong. I know that much. I lift my head and stare at the ceiling, trying to ground myself but all I see are flashes of her eyes. It fucks me up more. My heart won’t slow down.

“Oh my God.” I nearly passed out. My entire body started to shake, and it was so difficult to stop the uncontrollable trembling. I quickly looked away, gripping the dress tightly.

I pushed with everything I had, but he didn't even stumble. I realized I wasn't strong anymore. The sickness had eaten me alive. My hands started to shake. Violent, uncontrollable tremors started in my fingers and traveled up my arms. I felt like I was suffocating. The room was spinning. His scent was everywhere, choking me, making me want to vomit. I pointed a shaking finger at his face. I couldn't even keep it steady. "Don't you dare," I wheezed, tears blurring my vision. "Don't you dare touch me after what you did."

Tremors wracked his entire body, and he fought to remain upright as waves of anguish crashed over him. Ederic's surroundings seemed to fade away, his senses dulled by the overwhelming grief. The world became a blur for a moment, his vision clouded by tears. He moved closer to his mother's bedside, standing there as if in a trance. His trembling hands reached out to touch hers, the effort to steady his own shaking fingers a monumental task.

His hands aren’t gentle. I turn away, unable to watch. That’s when the shaking starts. Not in my hands this time—in my whole body. It starts low, in my stomach, then spreads to my legs until I can barely stand. My breath catches in short bursts, my chest rising too fast, too shallow. I grip the edge of the nearest counter, trying to ground myself, but my vision tilts. Michal is at my side in an instant, his hands on my arms, steadying me.

I stomped my feet back into my bedroom, my stomach gurgling. My feet wobbled, my head banging with each step again. "Shit..." "No... no, not this again," I muttered, clutching the railing as I hurried up the staircase. "Please, just let me make it to the room. I can’t afford to have that fucking thing here," I whispered, desperation laced in every breath. But the seizures had other plans. My legs trembled. My knees buckled. I gasped, trying to hold on— But the world tilted.

My thighs started quivering first, a fine tremor that quickly turned into full-body shakes. “Don’t stop,” I begged, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. “Please don’t stop… oh fuck..” He didn't. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled just enough to arch my back further. My legs gave out completely. The orgasm crashed over me without warning — violent, blinding, and all-consuming. My eyes rolled back into my head as white-hot pleasure exploded through every nerve. My whole body seized and trembled uncontrollably, thighs shaking so hard they slapped against the seat. A broken, guttural scream tore from my throat as my pussy clamped down around his thick cock, pulsing and fluttering w

Not even a stray scrap. She collapsed back onto the floor, her chest heaving. Her hands were no longer just shaking—they were dancing, a violent, uncontrollable tremor that threatened to snap her wrists. She couldn’t hold a pencil steady; she couldn’t even hold herself. Her gaze fell on her phone, lying abandoned near the baseboard where she’d kicked it in rage.

Stoic added. My hands started shaking, but I wasn't sure why and I couldn't seem to stop it. The trembling continued up my arms and then throughout my body. My body was seizing and my eyes rolled back in my head.