List Of Fears の小説・ストーリー

And that’s what scares me. Because the line between comfort and desire is razor-thin, and every day she’s healing, every day she smiles more, speaks more, opens up more—I find myself wanting things I shouldn’t. Things she’s not ready to give. Things I’m afraid I’ll start taking just because she lets me. I close my eyes and take a breath through my nose. I can’t afford to mess this up. Because if she ever looked at me with fear, not trust—if I ever made her feel the way those monsters did—I would never forgive myself.

Fearful. Waiting.

I closed my eyes, knowing I could without fearing that something might jump out at me in the middle of the night or that I would wake up to fire burning everything down. “Do you fear something?” I suddenly asked, focusing on him again. “Fear something?” “Yes, like a true fear. I’m not talking about hating spiders or dogs or cats… Do you fear something that might… might kill you if you get too close?” “Hmm…” Roman seemed to think it over. But what could the big bad lycan king fear? “I guess I do fear death, like everyone else.” “That doesn’t count. That’s a normal thing. We’re wired to want to stay alive,” I said.

and she agreed because I guess she knew that too. She then told me that there are two things in life that she fears the most, she did not tell me at first but as a insisted her she told me that "First is that I fear making friends and second thing I fear is when someone starts liking me", and I said "I guess this was natural and even I feel that, not the liking part but I do fear making friends" and we continued talking.

Tess I find many things in this world scary: walking to the bathroom late at night when you don’t have a nightlight on, fake friends, the members of the Safir pack, and last, and probably my biggest fear, is the thought of spending eternity alone. Sue me for thinking that’s a terrible fate, but that is how I feel without lying to myself.

Whatever you wanted to classify it as. It always amused me to see what everyone feared because sometimes it was rational while other times it was completely not. This was one such time. Her deepest, darkest fears in order of least to greatest were as followed: – Afraid of being lost in the woods, surrounded by nothing but darkness. (Okay, I could sort of get that, but she was a fucking witch with magic at her fingertips.) – Afraid of drowning. – Afraid of mimes. (Again, she had magic at her fucking fingertips.)

I am William and Hydrophobia is my waterloo it is the fear of water. This is my childhood nightmare during a summer morning of 1997 I was a little weak child. I jumped into a deep blue sea with my friends when suddenly the current change and I felt suffocated when the water entered my mouth and my body collapsed until I was drowned. I thought I was dead but my sister saved me from the trouble. Back then I’m helpless and I got a phobia with water. My mother forbids me to swim in the river, lakes, and other saltwater regions because the crocodile might eat me. Every time my feet reached different kinds of bodies of water: sea, river, pond, and lakes my whole body trembled and my heart palpitat

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The fear she had was the kind that paralyzed you, the kind that made you forget everything and just succumb to it, and the kind that made you lose all your senses, and the only thing you can focus on is how afraid you are. Today was her birthday and she had asked beta JP if she could go home for the day and spend it with her friends and family. He had promised her after breakfast that he was going to take her home after finishing the paperwork he was busy with and now this man was back. She did not expect him to be back so soon, and she wondered If he would let her go home. Luka smelled the scent of her fear from afar and snapped his head in her direction.

It was the fear of a man who had finally found something worth trusting. "I'm scared," he said. "Of what?" "Of everything. Of Marcus. Of the war. Of losing you. Of not being enough. Of failing everyone. Of failing you. Of being alone again. Of waking up one day and finding out this was all a dream. Of waking up and finding out you were never real. Of waking up and finding out I never deserved you. Of waking up and finding out I was never worthy of you. Of waking up and finding out I was never enough. Of waking up and finding out I was never loved. Of waking up and finding out I was never held. Of waking up and finding out I was never safe."