Legs Shaking Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

My whole body is shaking uncontrollably and every second I spend on my feet brings me closer to passing out. I need to get out of here, but I can't move my legs. ‘No, you better face them head on.’ Sira’s voice in my head says. So she’s the one making me unable to move? Marcus puts on his trousers and stops in front of me. "Rhea, baby, please... I know what this looks like. But please, just give me the chance to explain."

It didn't work. Instead, my body began shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't seem to stop the tremors that wracked my muscles. Even if I did, they wouldn't stay still and I kept moving and bouncing off the walls until I was dizzy enough to fall over. That's when I stopped and just lay there, gasping for breath and staring up at the ceiling fan and wondering if any of it was real.

Making me shake uncontrollable—my thighs quivering around his waist, nails raking his back deeper. My legs trembled hard. He didn’t stop. Not even close.

Emily asked this time as she also noticed my new found interest with the door “No, don’t mind me” I told her and turned my back so I was facing the door this time “Why are your legs shaking so much, dear? Something is making you anxious.” She asked worriedly I glanced down to see my legs shaking so much and I quickly placed my hand on them in a pathetic effort to stop them “It’s nothing I swear. It’s a bad habit of mine that I am trying to get rid off” I lied. “Oh okay. If you say so, then I’ll believe you” I could tell she didn’t believe me but I was happy she was letting it go

My hands start to shake uncontrollably. "Stop!" I gasp. "You're going to hurt us both." "I don't care!" Claire screams in my mind. "This is MY body! Mine!" My right hand suddenly jerks upward without my permission. Then my left leg takes a step forward. Claire is trying to move, trying to take control. We're fighting each other for dominance, and the result is chaos. I stumble forward, crashing into the desk. Papers scatter across the floor. "Please," I beg. "Please stop fighting me.

He just helps me stand, my legs shaking so badly I almost collapse. It’s a good start, but I want more.

A choking pain teased my chest, crawling to my neck region. Involuntarily, I dropped my phone, my eyes widened. A high pitched sound played in my ears, signaling that I had to drink water or take a seat before I would pass out. But how would I take a seat when I couldn't even move? My legs began to physically quiver. I felt hot, so hot to the point the air suffocated me. Not only did my legs shake, every other part of my body began to shake. And, although I had tried to hold a grip of myself, in the end, I lost my stamina, and fell to the floor.

I feel a tiny tingle in my legs, making my heart beat a little faster. As she pushes me further into the room, I wait for her to step back, and she places her hands on her hips. Amusement flashes across her face. "I'm here now.” For a second, fear creeps in. What if I fall? What if I end up disgracing myself? I swallow hard and slowly push myself up on shaky legs, my entire body trembling. I grab the table to steady myself. My legs shake beneath me, every muscle strained with effort. A sharp pain shoots through my legs, but I grit my teeth and remain standing.

We are waiting for The Lycan King. My toes curl and uncurl in my shoes. I try to straighten my fabric of dress with my palms for no particular reason. I intertwine my fingers and let them rest on my laps, but when the back of my head starts itching, I release them and scratch the itching spot which soon becomes spots. From the back of my head, to the center, to the side and then my neck. I wipe away the beats of sweat that have formed on my forehead as my left leg starts shaking involuntarily. My heart… oh my heart. It’s a miracle it’s still working. It’s pounding so fast; I’m scared it’s going to crash any second from now.

To the point where my body cannot control itself and shakes vigorously in terror. My throat feels heavy and my chest feels clamped up. It's almost as if I can barely breathe. I let my other hand fold over my palm, with the aim to stop it from quivering as violently as it already is but that only worsens my cause. Now, my entire being feels like it is on fire. I let out an exhale, running my hands through my hair while trying to take control of my breathing. I don't even know if this is working but I keep going regardless.