Sweats Nervously Novels & Stories

My voice wavered, but I tried to sound casual. His gaze narrowed, scanning me. My chest rose and fell too quickly; my body was betraying me again. Heat crept across my face, and I knew he could see how flustered I was. He tilted his head, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe. “You’re nervous,” he murmured. “That’s not just about breakfast, is it?” My throat went dry. My lips parted to deny it, but nothing came out. Sweat trickled down my back, and my hands tightened into fists.

The thought of being extra nervous during dinner made me even more nervous and I felt really weird. “Well, for one, you’re sweaty all of a sudden, you’ve been rubbing your palms uncomfortably, you look so pale, you look scared and worried about something, you look like you’ve just seen a ghost and nobody asked if you were nervous or why you were nervous so, spill.” “Um…it’s nothing really, I'm just a little bit flustered, that’s all, nothing much.” I told her with an awkward smile, trying to convince her that I was fine.

Hopefully, seeing people dance would pierce into people's souls soothingly. There was light all around the room, mirrors reflecting the side lights and an air conditioning system with an astronomical volume but Mustafa was wiping the sweat on his face with his handkerchief; he kept inserting his hands into his pockets, tapping his fingers on his hips, things I knew he did when he was nervous. "Nervous much?" I said to him, his attention was focused on me now. "I'm nervous as hell, Cassandra." He said huskily, his teeth chattering in fact like they had caught a cold or were simply just tender, like milky set of dentition.

EVELYN I woke up feeling more nervous than I ever had. It was the kind of anxiety that didn’t just stay still, it crawled under my skin and penetrated through my veins. The nerves were worse than I had expected. My palms were damp, my throat dry, my heartbeat loud enough to drown out my thoughts. I swept my palm over my face before sitting on my bed, with my arms wrapped around my knees, staring faintly at the mirror. I had spent last night going over everything, trying to figure out the best way to do this without raising suspicions. I couldn’t afford to be reckless, if not with anything, but not with this.

he sighed Overwhelmed, I stood up and pulled him into a hug. Of course, Adam hugged me back tightly "We'll be together there "I smiled still hugging him ____________ MAYNA_ The more am trying to relax,the more my body keeps getting tensed. Am presently in my room as I paced around nervously. My body keeps itching me like crazy Am running mad right now ... "Damn it!!" I cried as I ruffled my hair like a mad wolf Okay....am anxious about two things right now and the first is the reply my dad's gonna give

Sitting, I wait for the timer to start, feeling the bile rise in my throat as my self-confidence is failing, running away from me at lightning speed. I begin to sweat, my heart pounding. My hands begin to feel clammy against my knocking knees as they rattle from me being so nervous. The alarm starts, and I watch as everyone grabs their pens and starts writing, the sound of pens scribbling on paper taking over my mind.

I couldn't stop swallowing until my throat felt dry. "Shit, if I'm nervous like this, things might not go well! ouch, how is this? my body smells good? I have used deodorant and perfume this morning. My breath also feels fresh, it seems there is no problem? damn, I haven't checked my makeup yet? how about if my face is shiny? I have to add my makeup!" I acted like a fool who was restless with fear of things I shouldn't have to worry about. However, because this was my first experience of wanting to work in a company of this size, it made me nervous and unsure of myself.

Aracely nervously played with her hand, Her heart rate was getting higher by the moment. She glanced at her back over and over and even in the air conditioned restaurant — she was sweating. She could barely register the friendly chatter from people in the restaurant, waitresses walking from one place to another asking orders, If she could feel or move her legs she would probably be nervously tapping them on the ground like she was doing with her hands. “What's your order ma'am?” Aracely heard a waitress ask.

He was looking so hot that I had gulped down a glass of water before he was settled in. “ That was pretty fast” “ Better now than never, why does the air feel so thick and why am I nervous?” I demanded to know. He raised a glass of water, offering it to me," You should take another glass if it would help you, we wouldn't want you tensed up now, would we?” He chipped in, He stretched his hands, offering to dab my face with a handkerchief when I noticed his palm was sweaty also…" You are nervous as well"

I just wanted her to listen. I ran my hand through my hair. My palms were sweating from arranging the same things countless times. Yes, they're perfect but I couldn't bring myself to stay at a place, so I kept putting, removing, replacing and putting them back on the same spot again. I had done many crazy things in my life – Big business moves, risky deals, public speeches. But this… this made me nervous like hell. I looked at the door again. “Is she coming?” I whispered to no one. I prayed and hoped she comes