The Face Of Fear Book Novels & Stories

Real touch, real threat, real people, real fear. He caressed my face, lacing his fingertips over my earlobes, down my throat, the back of his hand brushing over my collarbone. My breathing became ragged, heavy. This is so wrong, but it doesn't feel so bad. Fear weighed heavily in the depths of my stomach, but beneath it, another weight was building. I let out a voice of protest, begging him to stop using wordless language. He paused long enough to inhale my scent before continuing. I shook my head slowly, trying to dodge but was held by him with my other hand.

Don’t let them see you. I didn’t want to look. Looking made it real. So I kept my face buried and counted breaths. In. Hold. Out. My borrowed legs shook. Human legs. The sea gave them to me. The sea would take them back. Sand shifted. A shadow fell. Hard feet struck stone. I lifted my face. And the fear broke. Because he was there. Not a monster. Tall. Blonde hair cut short, damp at the edges. Green eyes, dark and bright. Eyes that didn’t look away. Hector.

"But it is written in those lines that I was the executioner." His dangerous eyes , shrouded in raven black , he fixed upon me ; his eyes were on my eyes, yes, but it was as if what he was looking at was actually my soul. “Still, it's one of the traits I've been fascinated with since I got you, ” Edim continued. But his eyes showed no sign of being touched, just a bottomless emptiness that wanted to engulf me like a black hole swallowing stars. "Fear is a strange emotion that awakens different feelings in people; it makes some people unable to do anything, makes them pause, but... I see that fear does not stop you, it invites you to be a woman of action, to plan, to action."

I'm hiding in horror books because at least *there is fear that had shape and rules and endings. Ink rained in a new pattern. BRAVE LOUD WRITE “You twisted that,” I said to the world, to the Admin, to the invisible eyes that had watched my sizzle reel. “You decided my fear made me prime meat. You decided my stories were just pain you could feed on. You decided my first chapter was a humiliation, not a survival strategy.” The Game hissed. \[AUTHOR SELF-IMAGE DEVIA…DEVIA…DEVIATING,\] the intercom stuttered, glitching around the word like it hurt to say. \[CONTAINMENT FAILED.\]

Still smiling that condescending smile. But his words cut off when our eyes met. When he saw whatever was in my expression. Fear flickered across his face. Real fear. The kind that came from finally understanding the danger he was in. “I’m going to kill you.”

Scared to let myself hope or plan when danger still waited around every corner. I closed the book and set it aside. My body knew something my mind was not ready to face yet. Maren had said it plain. The body speaks first. I just did not know if I was strong enough to listen right now. I stood up and walked to the window. The afternoon light came in soft. I placed both hands on my middle and closed my eyes. Whatever this was I would face it one day at a time. For now I would keep pushing through everything and keep the fear locked down until I had no choice but to let it out.

This face was familiar. I felt my skin crawl instantly. My gut twisted and fear jilted me right out of my fathom. I struggled immediately, wiggling with difficulty. He tried to hold me, to calm me down but I was adamant. I didn't want to be in the arms of Zephyr. “Let go! Let me go!” I tried to yell. A desperate need to flee written all over my face. He must have seen it. He must have felt my fear because instantly, he let me fumble out of his arms.

I said look at me. His hand touched my chin. Not rough but firm. He tilted my face up and I had no choice but to open my eyes. His face was so close I could see the scar on his throat. The gold flecks in his eyes. The way his jaw clenched like he was fighting something inside himself. "You're terrified," he said. I was, but I would never admit that to him. Never. "Fear will keep you alive longer than defiance," he said. His thumb brushed across my lower lip and I flinched. He didn't pull away. He just kept staring at me like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

He hovered too close, scent too sharp, energy too intrusive. “You seem nervous,” he observed. “I’m fine.” “You’re shaking.” He wasn’t wrong. My fingers trembled around a book spine. “Just cold,” I lied. “You should relax,” he said with a smirk. “People can smell fear, you know.” The word smell hit wrong. Too primal. Too familiar. My wolf surged. For one terrifying second, I imagined turning, teeth bared, watching him recoil— No. Heartbeat. Ground. Creek-memory. Choice.

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