She's Not Afraid Novels & Stories

But she can't, she can't even think of killing her fellow human. She quickly remembers a story which her history teacher has taught them? She was taught that the wolf was powered? What if she also has? She thought within herself as she decided to try. ""who's there, don't be scared, we won't hunt you? They shrugged as she crawled towards their leg from the back using her leg to fall on them as she crawled out, heading to meet the other wolf. Lexi: pov

How can I not be afraid? Despite her internal terror, she refused to show weakness. "I’m not afraid. Tell her to bring it on. If it comes down to a one-on-one, she might not even beat me." Sophia ruthlessly poured cold water on her. "Oh, please. She uses knives and guns. A woman who knows her way around weaponry isn't exactly 'defenseless.' You wouldn't stand a chance." "..." Kyle reached out to comfort her. "Don't be afraid. I will protect you. Even if someone has to die, it’ll be me first. I won't let anything happen to you. Never!"

“But neither is what you’re doing now.” She turns back toward the window. “I’m not trying to control anyone.” “I know.” “I’m not trying to manipulate Drake.” “I know that too.” “Then why do you look like you’re afraid of me?” The question catches me off guard. “I’m not afraid of you,” I say immediately. She waits. I sigh, rubbing a hand over my jaw. “I’m afraid of what it took to make you like this.” Her shoulders sag slightly at that, as if something inside her finally gives way, just a little. “That fear won’t undo it.”

She was quiet for a long moment. “I had another dream,” she said softly. My body tensed. “The Rogue King?” “No.” She tilted her head to look at me. “The hunt. Tomorrow. The forest. Something's coming, Nicholas. Something bad.” I wanted to tell her she was mistaken. That she was exhausted. That her mind was playing tricks on her. But she was in my arms. And she was trembling. “You're safe here,” I said instead. “I don't think anywhere is safe anymore.”

"Then what do you mean by she's going down? What did you do?" "I don't want to talk about it, and if you're done let's go and do something else. " "I can't believe you..." "Oh well. It takes a lot to run a company, you're new. So I don't expect you to understand." She laughed. "I see. In that case, I wish you the very best. But be careful, if this blows up in your face you'll only have yourself to blame." "Was that a threat?" "See what I'm talking about? You see everyone as a threat." She shook her head sadly. "No, it wasn't a threat. It was a sisterly warning. And you're free to do whatever you want to do with it."

I was beginning to think it wasn't a myth. Suddenly, I began feeling as if the ground underneath me had opened and swallowed me. My heart sank as a feeling of complete dread consumed me, darkness following. In that darkness, I found her, looking at perfect as the first moment I met her. She was still wearing that stupid t-shirt but her foot looked a lot better. Her dark brown eyes searched the darkness, perfectly arched brows scrunching in confusion. She did this thing where she would twitch her button nose when she attempted to figure something out.

“She doesn’t?” “Not yet, she is afraid” “Afraid of me?” “No, she is afraid of what you will bring”

*** Noah's POV *** "Oh no, oh hell no" I couldn't help but laugh as I watched Lana's face change from shock, disbelief, annoyance and slight regret. "No, no, no. Do you think it's too late to call the driver and Evan back?" "Don't tell me the fierce Lana Harris is afraid of a motorcycle?" "No, I'm not!", She fought back defensively. "So what's the problem?" "I've... I've never been on one before", she looked away nervously.

“I never even got to properly explain my feelings to her. She probably thinks I was using her too but I wasn’t. I really wasn’t. I love her. I love her so much and never once showed it in a way she could understand because I was afraid of getting rejected more than I already had. “I didn’t think she would listen to me because when I tried in the beginning, she didn’t seem to process a word. After that, I lost confidence and never bothered trying again. But if I do get her back…I’ll tell her everything even if she is disgusted or doesn’t understand. “I have to tell her I love her at least once but I can’t do that if she’s dead! Maybe I should go to the police but then they’ll tear her life ap

Thanks for your help ". I said sarcastically and she tilted her head to the side and glared at me. Her eyes were as hard as stone,a scowl marred her face. She doesn't want me talking to her. That's for sure, I looked away because her glare was intense. Something tells me I shouldn't mess with her,she is wearing a leather jacket and black jeans and a pair of black sneakers,I raised an eyebrow at that. She looks like someone who is going to a funeral,something tells me to stay away from her. I was giving her side glances because she looked suspicious.