Legs Shaking Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

My body starts shaking uncontrollably, as if it's not even mine. “I’m sorry,” I mumble. I don’t know why I say it. It just comes out. “I’m sorry,” I say again, softer, my teeth chattering. “I didn’t mean to.” Dust clings to my skirt. My knees throb, a dull, deep ache that pulses with my heartbeat. My hands tremble as I plant them on the ground and push myself upright. “You should sit,” someone insists. “I’m fine,” I whisper, even though I’m not sure that’s true. I brush myself off automatically, smoothing my clothes like this is just another embarrassing moment I can walk away from.

He had also mentioned it to her last night, so she wasn’t entirely surprised that it was the topic he chose to talk about. She kept he spoon, raised her head to look at the light bulb as she began to talk about her brother. “Since he was young, he was never like a normal person, the gets frightened by the slightest sounds. And whenever someone was shouting close to him, he would totally loose it and start jerking off, he would curl his hands into fist and stark kicking the air. His legs will automatically become very weak, and not be able to support him.” She sighed as if in pain, recalling those episodes he has is not really a pleasant one for her.

He said making me add one or two together while I began to wonder what he might want to discuss with me. At this point, the thought of him wanting something he usually ask of his other and pervious person assistant began to creep into my brain while I gently grab my shirt close with my legs steadily shaking as I tried to move back but it felt like my legs weren't mine anymore cause it's not moving to my command anymore instead, it stood there shaking without running for it life.

Dean is shaking me. His voice is far away, like a long lost whisper. My body is numb. I don't feel my legs, or arms, or body. My eyes are out of focus. I feel myself talking, but I don't hear myself. I know there are words in my mouth, but I don't know what I'm saying. My throat hurts and it isn't because of blood. I'm not moving my lips; I'm screaming, over and over again. Dean keeps shaking me. I come back to my senses. I stop.

I understood them anyway. You will join us, they seemed to say. You already have. My hands had begun to shake uncontrollably. I pressed them together, trying to still the tremors, but it only seemed to redirect the energy. My right eyelid began to twitch, a persistent flutter I couldn’t control. A thin trickle of drool escaped the corner of my mouth—I wiped it away, horrified, wondering when I’d lost control of even that basic function.

My legs are shaking, my ankles wobbling, and I'm clutching Orion's arms like he's the only thing between me and certain death. "This is a terrible idea," I mutter.

My legs are shaking, my arms too, and I swear the room is spinning. Did I just imagine that? What's ge doing in my head! “No,” I whisper, but it’s a lie. I can’t tell him yes because I don’t know where I’ve felt it before, and I sure as hell don’t want him to know that I’m coming apart at the seams. “You feel it. I can see it in your eyes. Don’t lie to me, little wolf.” “Shut up!” I snap, my voice shaking as hard as my hands.

Whiskey pooled on the marble floor, soaking into the rug I had decorating the door in my room. What the— I stared at my hand to see it was shaking. And this time, not only my hand was shaking. My whole body was shaking. What the hell? I tried to stand, but my legs buckled. I caught myself on the arm of the chair, pushing myself up again. But the room tilted and I staggered toward the bed, my feet dragging as my limbs felt as heavy as stone. I didn't make completely make it. My knees gave out, making me collapse onto the edge of the mattress. My body was limp and my head was apinning.

Elara began walking toward them, wanting to feel their arms around her, wanting to celebrate this moment. She took three steps. And then her body went wrong. At first, it was subtle. A slight tremor in her legs. A flutter in her chest. A sensation like electricity running through her nerves. Elara faltered, stumbling slightly. What....? she thought, confused. The tremor became violent. Her entire body began to shake....not in a controlled way, but in violent convulsions that made her knees buckle. She fell hard onto the stone floor, and the impact sent a shock of pain through her system.

“Until the timer says otherwise. Breathe slowly. Control your body and your mind follows. Right now your legs are shaking like a scared little bitch. Fix it.” My muscles burned deeper with every second. Sweat rolled down between my tits and dripped off my hard nipples. “It hurts, okay? My thighs feel like they’re on fire. Can’t you see I’m trying?” He stepped closer and ran his big hand over my left thigh, squeezing the trembling muscle. His fingers came dangerously close to my dripping cunt but didn’t touch it. Not yet. “You’re arching your lower back.