The Face Of Fear Book Novels & Stories

I can control my feelings in front of any person but not from him. “Remember that you can never lose anything without gaining something .” He comes closer to me. “You are treating me like an unknown. Why don’t you understand that I’m part of you.” He says. “Nobody is afraid of the unknown what you really fear is the loss of the known.” I say these lines of Anthony de Mello to make him understand that he is part of me. “Don’t do this please”, he whispers into my hair. “Please not now.” He squeezes me tighter and then kiss against my forehead. I look away.

Soon, he tripped and fell clumsily on the rough path, his knees and hands stung with a sharp pain from where he fell as he scrambled in panic attempting to stand up. He hurriedly stood up, not minding the pain as he continued running away from the unknown danger which was quickly gaining on him. He felt the rush of a wind as a figure went past him stopping and turned to face him. Getting scared, he moved backwards. But the figure in front of him stretched out a bony hand reaching out to him. He wanted to run but he felt like he was paralyzed to the ground, spellbound by the terror that held him, fear taking over him as his soul was chilled at the sight of the horrific face in front of him.

I tense up at his frustrated tone. “N-no, Boss. I’m not s-sc-scared of you,” I reply, still shaking, and fighting back tears. He puts both his hands on my face. I suck in a breath of pain as he touches my jaw that is definitely broken. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. I’ve hurt you pretty bad. But no worse than what Darius will do to you. An Alpha’s punch is the same as a brass knuckle hitting your face at full force. You must be prepared for that,” he explains to me, and I slowly nod my head. He squeezes my face roughly and I feel my jaw snap back into place. I grunt at the intense pain that shoots throughout my entire face and travels down my spine, to my toes. I’m shaking, my face still in his hands, and

When he clicked on the sentence, he was taken to another page, featuring the image of a man embracing a weeping woman and a paragraph: Maybe you’ve lost someone to violence, or perhaps you have been the victim of a violent crime. Either way, your life has been altered and a hole has been punched open in your world. Through it comes the most malignant, destructive monster of all: FEAR. More vicious than any violent criminal, more evil than the deeds of any killer, fear will rob you of what’s left of your life. There’s only one way out of the haunted forest: You must go through. You must face what you most fear. We can show you how.

Fear is making him overestimate things, clouding his judgment. I can only imagine what he is thinking based on the expression on his face. I mean, don't we have guns? For when you are fearful, know that you will exaggerate the dangers you face--- says my book. Of course, it is just a book and what's a book to do against a mighty beast such as that? But the book has armed me with wisdom, and it would probably save me from this beast's mighty jaws and claws as much as my guns and knife would. If it hadn't been to the book, I would be as frozen as the soldier Fred who can't even pull a weapon out to defend himself.

It sat discarded and forgotten on the top of the drawer, the beautiful faces of the characters taunting him. 'Forbidden love,' he read the title, making a mental note to look for the book online. "Oh God," Kiaan gasped. "She's seen it." Sammy saw how the boy’s hands were shaking and knew how he felt. No matter what the situation, there was always a lingering fear of the bully. Even as Mike had cried and grovelled, the innate fear of him lingered and continued to haunt him to this moment. "I see it." Caine smiled. "Let me reply."

'I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unnerving ease. It begins in your mind, always ... so you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of

My body quivers as I walk to the door and open it and I'm face to face with him. I can't seem to hide the fear and horror on my face. And I'm just realizing that I've been messing with a man that ease fully drove a hammer into someone's head some weeks ago, I'm talking to someone that is feared by the entire continent. His name sparks fear into people and I've been messing with him What honestly gives me the feeling that he wouldn't snap one day and end me once and for all. I sees the fear in my face, he sees it all.

I do as I am told, then I don’t get punished that much. I heard a struggle and someone screaming for them to let her go. I see the helper of the big man. Oh, he has a girl that looks like me. The big scary man went down to his knees and grabbed her face. She wanted to resist him but for some reason she did not. Does she fear him? I don’t fear him. Maybe because I don’t feel fear? What is fear? “Was she the only survivor?” the scary man asked and saw the big man shaking his head yes.

I took a couple deep breaths before turning to the shelves. I didn’t know what I was looking for so I just pulled out the first book that caught my eye. I pulled out another and suddenly there was a face in front of me, making me yell and take a step back. It soon morphed into Damon’s laughing face “You’re so damn easy to scare” he said, holding the shelf to keep himself from going into a laughing fit.