She's Not Afraid Novels & Stories

I glanced at her as I squeezed her hands, trying to reassure her. "He won't be able to get to you, I promise." "Grant might not but the Boss might. Also, there's no reason for Grant to be looking for me except to kill me," she murmurs and shivers. She was really scared. "He would have to go through me first," I told her before dismissing Dean. I wanted some private moments with her. "Seems you're not busy at the moment," she noticed Dean leaving the house. "I'm always busy, Kat. But you come before any other thing," I smiled. Her fearful expression earlier left as she smiled at my words.

But apparently, I didn’t need to. “Listen, I’m not a couple’s counselor, but here’s a piece of advice anyway,” she said and leaned forward, looking at me with those big, mesmerizing jade eyes of hers. “Be honest with yourself and don’t torture yourself because you’re afraid. Trust me,” she scoffed and shook her head. “I’ve been there and it sucks!” “What happened?” I found myself asking, unable to even imagine this woman afraid of anything. She looked like she belonged on top of the world, and nothing could ever knock her down. Strong...

She was quiet for a second, then said, "I don't know. It was so scary that I was too busy trying to get away.” “Is that why he was scared?” I muttered. “Does his symbols mean trouble for us? Is something dark coming?” “I don't think so, although it was powerful and scary, it didn't feel dangerous. I just felt power, I think that's his beast. I heard a name too, Silas I think,’’ she explained, her voice cracking. She sounded unsure but I was still going to hold on to what she said “That’s the only thing I caught before he shut me out,” she added.

"No, she has to apologize to you today!" I wouldn't back down. I wouldn't admit to something I hadn't done. Beverly, fearing Dominic would check the security footage and expose her, clutched her stomach, feigning discomfort. Dominic's furious expression instantly turned to worry. He scooped Beverly into his arms and rushed to find a doctor. Watching them leave, I felt a bitter taste spread through me. Twenty years of company, five years of dating, and I couldn't earn Dominic's trust. Thankfully, I'd woken up and could leave.

Preston quickly cut his friend off. He still wanted to keep me on a leash. After all, I had not yet "paid back" the money for him. "What are you talking about?" Preston forced a calm smile. "Nora is just scared she won't be able to pay the money back." Then, he looked at me as if he were doing me some great favor. "Nora, stop making a scene. I won't be able to help you if you quit now."

More troubling. — You're not afraid of anything, are you? I ask, my voice rougher than I intended. She opens her eyes then. Two dark lakes reflecting me, a piece of darkness amidst darkness. — Yes. I am afraid. But not of you. Not of this. — Of what, then? She is silent for a long moment. Her gaze detaches from me, wanders towards the high windows. — Of no longer being hungry.

The June light. "I am not afraid of this," she says. "That is the thing I most want you to know. Not I love you. Not I choose you. Though both of those are true." She looks at me with the open expression of someone who has never once performed anything. "I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid of being seen by you. I am not afraid of what you will do with the truest things I show you." She pauses. "That is new. That is the thing this year gave me that I did not know was possible."

Don’t let him see you’re scared. She took a deep breath, forcing her shaking hands to be still. "Nothing changed," Freya replied, trying to sound bored instead of terrified. "It’s just that I like my privacy. I don’t usually take my clothes off in a room where twelve men were just standing with guns."

She’s not going anywhere. Not this time.

We all look at her and she rolls her eyes. “Seriously, you haven’t figured it out? What is the only thing that all species fear?” We all stop eating and look at her. “Do you mean like death?” I scoff. “I don’t fear death, so give us a clue. Is it another shifter?” I ask and she picks up a carrot off my plate and I narrow my eyes at her. “Well, it isn’t death, but no, definitely not a shifter. The one every shifter fears.” I throw my head back. I’ve had enough of the fucking riddles.