She's Not Afraid Novels & Stories

“That’s a lie.” My words come out harsher than I mean for them to be and Adelaide stills in her seat. Something ugly and sour fills my throat and when she turns to me, she’s searching my eyes with hers. “You think I'm scared of humans?” I nod and she chuckles, shaking her head “I’m not…. I'm just super concentrated on the movie.” There is no quake or quiver in her voice. Nothing to indicate that she is indeed not scared, that she is not terrified of this, but she doesn’t need to show me all that for me to know she’s scared.

Still… connected. “…what are you?” she whispered. And for the first time, She was not just afraid. She was curious.

" Gely murmured as she started the car and we safely exited the mall. When I thought of Sheena, I clenched my fist... She is no longer alive! So I don't have to be afraid of her. Sheena is no longer alive. That woman is no longer alive. I was simply super paranoid. Fuck. Shanna, calm down. - SHEENA I just smirked as I watched Shanna run around like a crazy person. I laughed and shook my head. I didn't think she had any flaws. I haven't started yet, but she appears to be enraged with fear. I haven't started the plan yet, but she appears to be afraid.

"In my experience, my manager tried to drug me one time after we went to a party with some of my YouTuber friends. He tried to rape and film me. His phone got broken when I tried to dodge his camera. He's good-looking, attractive, and tall. But he threatens and takes advantage of me. He appears good to other people, but he's bossy when he's with me. I'm scared of him." Violet sternly looks at her and types away as she analyzes the woman. Attractive; her hair is flowy; fair-skinned. Her fingernails are styled to match her complexion. She seemed reserved. There are a few cat furs on her clothes; a Russian Blue cat's fur to be exact. Her clothes are neat and she's well-dressed. If Rory doesn't

She's Her Mother's Daughter **Who is Sharon?** Seth's P O V We continued staring at each other and I was beginning to draw closer to her. Our faces were just inches away. I wanted to kiss her but something told me not to. She might think weirdly of me considering that we just met yesterday so I withheld myself and stood up. "Em..Rose let's just walk around shall we?" I requested. "I'm studying you know," she pursed her lips forward.

** she said ** “I'm really not the one you should be afraid of” ** The sounds of agony spike, until it gradually calms. She slowly raises her head, revealing pitch-black scars that covered her eyes from her forehead down to her chin. ** “Your time is not yet due. But you should learn how to fly while it hasn't yet reached.” ** Bending her head to allow the hood to cover up her face, she stands still and lets the dim light reflect her shadowy body.

I manage to not display a frowning face for her, I fake a smile and said, "oh yes I heard, congrats, that's nice" She laughed, that kind of laugh you hear with your evil sister, and retorted, "Becca, I don't mean to be rude, but knowing Reid? Do you think he'll stick to you? come on, Reid is a born womanizer, and for three years we've been on and off and he keeps coming back to me after playing with some girl, oh I'm not saying he is playing with you my dear, but I'm telling you now, you better know which flame you are touching, maybe it's too hot for you to handle, here comes my coffee, see you"

“Because you weren’t afraid.” Stupid. Stupid man. Everyone was afraid. Fear was currency in her world. You just learned to spend it in silence. “Everyone’s afraid,” she said. “Some of us are just better at hiding it.” He tilted his head. A slow, almost feline motion. Unreadable. She knew she should’ve lowered her gaze then. Should’ve dipped her head, whispered something submissive. Played her part. But her body rebelled. She stood. She shouldn’t have, but she did.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He looked at her. Waiting, the way he had learned to wait for her — without filling it. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" "I am not afraid anymore," she said. "Of any of it. Not the bond, not the complexity, not the packs or the politics or the threat of losing it." She held his gaze steadily. "I've been tracking the fear since the summit hall and it's — gone. Not suppressed. Not managed. Actually gone." She paused. "I thought you should know." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He was quiet for a moment. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

She was terrified. Absolutely terrified. The only thing keeping her from breaking down was the hope that Rafael would come. He always came. But despite that hope, fear still gripped her heart. "Who are you trying to fool?" Eric laughed. "You're shaking." He took another step forward. "That stubborn bravery of yours won't work on me." Panicking, Seren pressed the sharp edge harder against her skin. Another thin line of blood appeared. She took another step backward. Eric, however, didn't stop. He was convinced she wouldn't actually do it. She could act brave. She could pretend to be fearless.