Seventeen #fear Novels & Stories

“It’s not like they are saying anything I haven’t heard of before, they are talking about murders, I get it “. “Skylar “. She sighed. “And I’m not a small child, I understand that people are getting murdered more and more, stopping me from watching the news doesn’t mean I won’t hear about it in school, I get it, this town isn’t safe”. I continued what I was saying. “But I’ve already turned 18, I’m a man already. I’m not scared”. “Look at you, my baby”. She came over to me poking my arms. “You are shaking “. I shrugged her arms off. “Just a little bit, don’t be bothered about that “.

Harper’s voice shakes. “You think I want this?” “No,” I snap immediately. “I think you’re scared.” “I am scared!” “SO AM I!” The words explode out louder than I intended. The room falls dead silent immediately afterward. Harper freezes. And suddenly I realize— That’s the first time I’ve fully admitted it out loud. Not frustration. Not stress. Fear. Real fear. I exhale hard, lowering my voice again. “I’m terrified.” Her eyes fill instantly all over again.

Tyler’s POV Fear. Raw and pure fear. The kind of fear that consumed me was something unexpected. It was a wave of intense feelings running through me, threatening to drown me in its suffocating grip. I had always considered myself a confident and composed individual, but now, faced with the consequences of my actions, I found myself questioning everything.

Yes, I am chaos And, I can drive you crazy But, I'm also passionate, Love you till death. Oh, I am trouble, And I can make you lose your mind, But, I am also brave, Will never walk away. Yeah, I am difficult, And I can make you mad like crazy, But, I am also fun, Can make you laugh. Fear is not real, Fear is simply the product of your thoughts, The fears we don't face becomes our limit,

JP looked at her with his eyebrow raised. “Excuse me Luna but I think you should be telling yourself that.” Zoe scoffed. “I don’t fear Luna anymore.” She denied. “But I could smell your fear when he was here, it was faint, not like before, but it was there.” Zoe sighed. “I know but I am working on it,” she told him, and JP looked into her eyes. “What do you want him to do for you to stop fearing him?” he asked making Zoe sigh looking in the direction Luka disappeared to.

Maybe іt’ѕ the fear. It ѕееmѕ so dаrk I саn’t ѕее mоrе than a fеw fееt ahead, аnd I nеаrlу ѕtumblе. I start tо раnіс. Mу brеаthіng gеtѕ out of control аnd I want tо scream.

Kathrina POV You want to die?" He snapped at me, waking me up from my trance. "W..w…what, hm?" I stuttered. His face didn't ease. No, I don't know why I'm feeling strange about him. But, I've gotta shake this dreadful feeling. 'Fear Is the beginning of failure' my dad mostimes told me when I was a kid. I've never feared Rylan like this since I encountered him and I don't start shuddering. I'm Kathrina. And I fear no one.

As long as I don't pull a prank on her, I'm all good. Ferrell has a fear of mirrors. Also called Catoptrophobia. Now this one will be fun. Now Liam's is going to be my absolute favorite. He's afraid of spiders. Doesn't matter if they're fake or real, he's terrified of them. It's called Arahnophobia. I also asked Emily to help me with this one. At first, she was against it. It took a lot of convincing. But she's helping me now with this one. ----

Fear and anxiety clouded her mind, making her feel trapped in a situation she couldn’t control. In that silence, she felt the weight of the pressure and the loss of hope. Emily tried to muster the courage to face Zack, but the words felt stuck in her throat. This moment felt like the ultimate test, and she knew that whatever happened next, she had to endure. "Yeah, it seems she’s scared, Zack," Marko chimed in with a slight laugh. "Come on, Zack, do something fun!" Stefan urged enthusiastically. "Or should I do it to this omega?" Freddy suggested confidently, stepping forward with his hands in his pockets.

ANNABELLE POV Fear has a sound. I never knew that before today. It’s not a scream. Not footsteps in the dark. Not even the slam of a door. It’s silence—the kind that presses against your skin and makes every nerve stand on edge. I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, fully dressed even though it’s past midnight, staring at the door like it might suddenly open on its own. Sofia is asleep on the couch or at least pretending to be. I can hear her shifting every few minutes, restless just like me.