Novel & Cerita She's Not Afraid

She’s afraid. I don’t move, don’t speak, but deep inside, I’m already gearing up. This is war – and I don’t lose wars.

"Quentin! What are you doing now?" Amused by the guarded look in her eyes, his smile widened. "What, are you afraid of me now?" "I-I'm not," she stammered. Seeing how she put on a brave front despite her obvious nerves, Quentin smiled and teased, "You're not afraid, huh?" He let the words trail off before suddenly leaning in. "In that case, how about another round?" Talia's face turned a deeper shade of crimson. She instinctively resisted. "Quentin, let go of me!"

For the first time, she didn’t look afraid. She looked dangerous. And she whispered, to no one but herself, “Let the world burn.”

" Yohan did suggest for Emily to move into here—we had plenty of rooms, and it would save her the trouble of travelling back and forth. Plus, she had no money at the moment. However, she insisted on renting a place elsewhere and turned his offer down. "Mr. Julian… Juli, you should get back to practicing today's piano piece now," Emily said. Julian shook his head, determined to get her to move in. "Are you afraid of my mommy? Don't worry—Daddy and I will protect you! She listens to him well, so she won't do anything to you." He was my son, and he was intelligent. He knew exactly what to say to hit me where it hurt.

She nodded to Jacob and took the porridge. "Every time I'm in her presence I want to break down. I cried last night and didn't get any sleep. I'm paranoid. Even when she sneezes, I feel like she's about to breathe all her breath out and die. She has been dreaming about Intiyago more often. She is so scared, even though she acts like she has so much faith in her life, she is just as scared as I am. When I touch her, I'm afraid I'm making everything worse," I groaned straight after.

The next second, the sprinklers at the top of the conservatory surged to full force. A more violent torrent of ice water crashed down over me. My knees buckled and I nearly went down. A wave of sound rose from the terrace below. Not sympathy. Excitement. "She's about to break!" "The hundred thousand is as good as mine!" "Matt's fiancée has some backbone, I'll give her that..." Salina pressed herself against the glass, dropping her voice so only I could hear. "Evelyn, stop pretending." "I know exactly what you're most afraid of."

And then softly almost like she’s afraid of the answer Gesare whispers, “What are we doing?”

If she doesn't make it. The message cut off.

“So we don’t forget how far we’ve come.” Hundreds of pictures. Now just blackened edges. A second wave of weakness hit me. This wasn’t a tantrum. This wasn’t Sabrina trying to get my attention. This was her saying goodbye. For a second, my heart caught in my throat. “Sabrina?” I whispered, already crossing the room. “Are you back? Please, don’t disappear like that again.” I flung the door open. And someone rushed into my arms. Except it wasn’t Sabrina.

"Don't even do this, with one hand I can actually break your bones, you see, I don't like attitude trash like you especially when I am still talking! So sit down!" I said and then put her back to sit and I can now see fear in her face. "W-What do you want?" "Oh, look at you, I can see fear in your face, I thought you are one of the brave girls here, but it turns out you will almost pee your shirt" I said and that made others smile and I can see how she throws a death glare at them. "I am not afraid of anyone especially a stranger like you!!!" "Really? you are not afraid? Even if I am showing you this?"