List Of Fears Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 17 – Will There are few things in this world I’m afraid of. I can handle snakes, spiders, wild animals, serial killers, and psychopaths—as long as they are directed at me. But I can’t begin to explain the terror I felt when those fuckers broke into my home and almost got Shay.

"Riley wake up, its morning .'' Josy said holding a plate full of food . '' Here have your breakfast i have something to tell you after.'' Josy thanks for yesterday if you had not been there i don't know what would have happened. '' It's fine we are friends so what's the big deal.'' Thanks again Josy. I finished eating my food and followed Josy to where she was taking me. Trusting someone was one of the things i dared not but with Josy i felt safe. ''Riley, have this book and pen with todays lesson .I want you to make a list.Make a list of situations,places or objects that you fear . Build a fear ladder . Once you have made a list, arrange things from the least scary to the most scary. Its j

Fear, it takes down everything. The most powerful weapon ever found. You fear your parents will scold you if you won’t study. You fear your friends secretly hate you. You fear if you don’t starve yourself you are going to get fat. You fear if you don’t post you’re gonna lose your follow count. You fear he’s not gonna love you anymore. You fear god. You fear Death. You fear all things it makes you do. Fear is inevitable. To my surprise he didn’t step back when I took a step forward again. Instead he also took a step at me. The next step is important; it reveals who is more fearless.

Jax looked at me with a serious expression. “Of course I do! I wasn’t born yesterday! It means when you’re scared of something, like I fear my father for example.” I through my hands up in the air. Jax chuckled and took my face in his hands softly making me look directly at him. “No honey. The word fear is more of an acronym.” I scrunched my face up in confusion. “Ok now you got me 38 shades of confuzzled fucked. Explain yourself.” Jax laughed and dropped his hands. “You’ve been hanging around Alida WAY to long hun. She’s rubbing off on you.” He said as he got up to get a pen and paper.

“Maybe it would help to talk through what your fears are?” Susanna nodded. “It helped with Izzy. If we can talk about what scares you most, we can find a way to overcome it.” “Dragons scare me most,” Emilie said with a wail as she buried her face in her hands. She was assaulted with images of the horror and gore that she had seen as a child. Screams haunted her dreams. She shook in fear of Firam when she was near him. She would never let him touch her. She wouldn’t allow it.

He said with a deepened frown which dropped after he spoke. He wasn't getting the point! Why will I be afraid of ancient words and writing on the wall or a box that glows? Why would I be afraid of being in the forest? Or being chased? If everything was lightheaded and funny, not disturbing and scary. I have never been afraid of a clown but apparently, it's my deepest fear according to Alpha Blake.

I knew who it comes from. “You’re afraid, aren’t you?” she asked. Afraid of what? I looked above and saw nothing but pitch black. Now, I can’t see anything aside from the chains on my left foot. The arcade disappeared and left me nothing but this fear. Fear? Why am I feeling afraid? What are the things I’m afraid of? “Rejection, sharp words, negativity,” she said. As if she’s reading my mind and knows the answer to my question, I’m asking myself.

I looked at his face with a frown, "You, sir, do not know how to dance." He folded his arm across his chest, pretending to hurt, "what's your biggest fear?" A faint smile appeared when I whispered, "I can't say that; it's quite stupid." He reached, and he held my hand, looking into my eyes, "Try me." Shutting my eyes, I murmured, "Open water gives me the creeps, and spiders, makes my body crawl, and having a zit at the middle of my forehead." He nodded as if approving them all, "Well, mine should be not having this dance before you finally leave us for good."

I felt my cheeks begin to burn for no reason. I stood up in fear. "Don't hurt me, please. I'm innocent! I didn't shoot you!" I exclaimed, anxiety sets in as I stepped back. He fixed his glasses and turned to the bodyguard. With a wave of his hand, the bodyguard stepped out and closed the door. I gulped. "What do you want?!" I shouted, unable to hide my fear. These people weren't who they appeared to be to the public. I now knew they were involved in a lot more.

--Alyssa-- Everyone was here now, and their faces reflected a spectrum of unsettling emotions. Fear was the most prominent, etched deeply into their expressions. It was a fear that ran deeper than mere anxiety or unease; it was a terror that seemed to sap the very air from the room. Each person's face was a pale canvas painted with the dread of impending doom, and their eyes darted nervously, avoiding direct contact with one another.