Sweats Nervously Mga Nobela at Kwento

The realization of the situation continues to weigh heavily upon her, causing her palms to rub together nervously. The physical manifestations of her emotional turmoil become evident as sweat begins to bead on her forehead. The physical discomfort mirrors the internal struggle she is experiencing, adding to the overwhelming nature of the moment. Nora's mind races, attempting to process the implications and consequences of David's offer, while her body reacts to the intensity of the situation.

Jim stated with deepening creases on his forehead. Atty. Yher’s heart tumbled and her hands felt sticky with sweat. This happens to her every time she became nervous, excited, or afraid. “Then we need to know Jim where he goes when he is on his speed boat,” she said with such intensity while her mind was already into deep thoughts.

She would have told me to believe in the plan that everything will go well as planned even though I didn't plan anything. I didn't know I was already sweating under the aircon until I felt a soft napkin on my face, dabbling the balls of sweat off my face. “Your Highness, you're sweating so much. Should I open the window and let the fresh air in?” the maid asked worriedly, I shook my head, not wanting her to know that I was nervous. “No! No, don't open the window I'm fine.” I gulped hard nervously, pressing my palms on my thighs.

KIM Nathan's cold look sent waves of electricity down my nerves as a bead of sweat slowly made its way over the corner of my eyes and down to my cheek. My breathing becomes shallow, and my mouth becomes dry. I glanced at Eleanor and noticed the smug look on her face. I bet she's enjoying every bit of this, but I won't make her laugh last. I took a sharp and steady breath to soothe my raging nerves, but that did not help at all.

Damn he should’ve hide it! His face was then filled with cold sweats and he let out an awkward smile and it turned into a guilty one. Yenn just glanced at him and smiled, he shook his head and continue to read something on the notebook. “I didn’t know you use something like this” “I’m sorry” He automatically replied and wet his lips. He was really sweating so hard that he would feel dehydrated after this moment. Yenn just looked at him innocently then flipped another page. “Is there something in this book? Why are you acting so strange?”

she signed the contract and handover me, her hands were shivering. She was nervous. she stood in the middle of the crowded room, her eyes darting nervously from person to person. Her hands were clasped tightly together, and her shoulders were tense with anxiety. Despite the noise and bustle around her, she felt completely alone and exposed, as if everyone in the room was staring at her. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, but her heart was racing and her palms were slick with sweat. She knew that she needed to pull herself together and face whatever was coming, but the fear was overwhelming.

Tife explained, “But I don't know the nature of the job you want to add to my job,” she said, and her body was shivering because she doesn't know the outcome of the meeting, she started sweating under the air conditioner, and with her eyes widen up, “what happen to you, and while are you nervous?“ he asked, “Am not sir, but curious to know the nature of the job” Adesuwa said,

Please, let this be a joke. "Exactly and I'm serious." He says like he's reading my mind. "Oh, I... I'm really s-sorry. I'll bring it back when I get dressed." I stutter and overthink the words I just spoke out loud. I should let it wash first of course. When I'm nervous I sometimes talk weird stuff and stutter all the time. I hate to show it like this.

I’m so nervous that my palms are sweating. Chris leans down and kisses the top of my head and inhales my scent, “Your heart sounds like you just ran a sprint, take slow breaths,” he encourages me as he wraps his arm tighter around me. I nod and focus on breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth. I wipe my hands on my pants to get rid of the sweat. “What if she doesn’t like me?” I ask nervously. “I find that utterly impossible,” he snorts. I look up at him quizzically. “Mei, you’re the sweetest thing to ever exist, anyone who finds a reason to not like you is certifiably insane,” he says, and I can tell he’s serious.

To annihilate me and keep his secret? My heart pounds against my ribs, each beat so loud and erratic it feels like it might burst. Sweat beads on my forehead, trickling down the side of my face, mingling with the remnants of the shower water. My hands tremble violently as I move, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.