Rabbit Trembling Novelas e Histórias

Rebecca My legs bounced up and down almost frantically. In their nervous movement, a random rhythm was found. It matched the beating of my pounding and wildly racing heart. If the bouncing of my knees were not enough to show my anxiety, then my hands showed it clearly. My trembling hands rested on my lap, my fingers clenching tight, and then unclenching around the fabric of my dress. It wasn’t a surprise that I was slowly going crazy with tension. After all, I was sitting at the piano, waiting for Artemy to make his appearance.

Even though the layers scream and thrash against each other, I cling. The tremor returns, stronger. This time it reverberates in patterns, rhythmic, like hands pushing, like magic striking the curse itself. I cannot name what it is. I only know it is external. Something outside, hitting from outside, shaking the space. The wolf freezes mid-lunge, claws in the nothing, teeth bared. The Alpha stiffens, poised, muscles that are not muscles coiling. The mate fragments shiver in place, held taut. And then the tremor runs again, through the bindings, through every layer. A shudder that rattles me, rattles the wolf, rattles the Alpha, rattles the mate.

His pupils dilated slightly, and the blue of his irises became more pronounced at the edges. Her fingers gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white. Her thighs trembled slightly beneath the covers. The muscles inside her thighs contracted and relaxed two to three times per second. It was barely noticeable to the naked eye, but he could feel those slight vibrations against his palm as it rested on her thighs.

A violent tremor rocked my shoulders. I tried to crawl. My fingers dragged through the dead leaves. Buzz. My arm gave out. My face hit the mud. Buzz. Buzz. The tremors became a convulsion. My legs kicked against the earth, useless and heavy. I bit my tongue. The copper taste of blood filled my mouth. Snot ran down my nose, mixing with the grit of the ravine. I looked ugly. I looked like a dying animal. I looked up. The sound of hooves. Slow. Methodical.

I tighten my grip, correcting automatically, but the pulling sensation persists. My heart starts beating faster. The vibration comes next— a faint tremor through the steering wheel that travels up my arms. It's rhythmic, matching the rotation of the wheels, and it's getting stronger. The car that was gliding smoothly moments ago now feels like it's fighting against itself. I ease off the accelerator, hands sweating as I grip the wheel tighter. The pull to the left becomes more insistent, and I have to actively steer right just to keep the car going straight. The vibration intensifies until my whole body is trembling with it.

My inner chest thumps so violently it hurts my ribs, feeling like my heart is about to snap in half right under my skin, making my fingers tremble like wild leaves. "Lyra, what is wrong with your body?" Theresa asks, her eyes wide as she notices my skin turning completely pale. Her paws reach out to hold my shaking shoulders up from the floorboards. "Are your joints feeling sick?" I shake my head fast. "My bones are alright." Without saying another word to her face, my feet flee right away from the loud, talking crowd of hockey alphas, clutching the vibrating cell phone tight inside my palm.

"Argh! Arghg!" Troy instantly walked upto Eva, who was shivering on her spot looking at Rick. She had tightly held her dress upto her breasts with her trembling hands, struggling to tie it up. Troy stood next to the girl and held the loose strands of the dress and tied it behind her neck, looking at her sad face. The girl was shivering badly, and suddenly tears formed in her eyes. She looked in Troy's eyes and started sobbing uncontrollably. "How can he do that to me? Uhuhuhhhu! I am surprised he is the same boy I lobed so much."

Something shivered. A rabbit. Tiny, scruffy, breathing too fast—its hind leg twisted up in old rusted wire. “Shit,” I muttered. “Who leaves this crap lying around?” The animal tried to pull away, panicking. “Oh, come on—hold still, idiot, I’m trying to help.” It thrashed harder. I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to soften my tone. “Hey. Hey. Relax.” My hand steadied against the wire. “I’m not him.”

NICOLE’S POV My legs were badly shaking. Not the cute, wobbly kind of shake that comes from cute babies. Nope. This was the kind of tremble that started from the tips of my feet and crawled all the way up to my entire body. I felt like every nerve had been electrified. My chest rose and fell in jagged breaths, lungs desperate for oxygen but only managing to draw out soft gasps that sounded more like moans. My thighs instinctively squeezed shut, hypersensitive and twitching, as if my body was still recovering from what Raymond had just done to me.

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