The Face Of Fear Book Novels & Stories

All I know is my heartbeat pounding fast and heavy inside my chest, beating frantically trying to escape my rib cage and reach the bottom of my stomach where it belongs. I wait, what is he going to do now? My eyes flutter close, awaiting the worst. "Fear is a good instinct, Lilac. It helps us live." Nothing happens. And when I open my eyes again, he is gone. ------

The fear speeded itself through me like a freight train. Before my expression could be suppressed, it was detected in an instant. I wrinkled my nose and turned my head away as he leaned forth and took a deep, slow sniff up from my collarbone to my ear. This guy was disgusting through and through; the sheepish grin on his face made me feel sick to my stomach. Luckily, the fear melted into the rage coursing through my body quickly, and I wheeled in the needed control. I was not afraid to die; I never was. I rather deep fry, season, and eat my own hair than show this scum fear. He didn´t deserve my fear; he didn´t deserve shit!

“Because they’re trying to break your balance. But you’re not alone in this.” I close my eyes briefly. “It’s hard to believe that when everything feels like it’s happening inside my own head.” “And that’s why I’m here,” he says. “To pull you out when your mind tries to drown itself.” I exhale slowly. “I hate this.” “I know.” “I don’t want to be afraid all the time.” “You won’t,” he says. “Fear is loudest at the beginning. It quiets when you understand what you’re facing.”

Pain appeared in his voice as he continued talking to me. "What else do you want me to do?" I turned to him and painful tingles shot through my body. "I saw something- I saw something so terrible that I can't ever erase that memory!" My eyes teared and my voice softened, lowering down to a whisper. "That man was hideous, his face, the way he walked, the way he killed -everything, it was terrifying. And if that's you, then I'm scared of you." He leaned forward and shook his head, "You don't have to be scared of me."

--Alyssa-- Everyone was here now, and their faces reflected a spectrum of unsettling emotions. Fear was the most prominent, etched deeply into their expressions. It was a fear that ran deeper than mere anxiety or unease; it was a terror that seemed to sap the very air from the room. Each person's face was a pale canvas painted with the dread of impending doom, and their eyes darted nervously, avoiding direct contact with one another.

Fear grinned my heart within a second and all the faces of my enemy started coming into my mind. . . #TBC

For them, this was uncharted territory, a world of ideas and concepts that challenged their very understanding. "I'm not so sure myself," Captain Gastion confessed, scratching his head. He, like the rest of his men, was still navigating the complexities of the book's wisdom. "The answer," a voice interjected, "lies in overcoming your fear. On the battlefield, the fear of death, the fear of the enemy's blade, the fear of an arrow piercing your flesh – these fears can cloud your judgment, leading to decisions that spell your doom." The voice paused, letting his words sink in. "The book wants you to understand that even when the enemy's sword is raised, or an arrow hurtles towards you, you can

I looked at him in disbelief. “No. Wait, there’s more.” Jax flipped the page over then wrote the same big letters going down the side again. “F stands for Face. E stands for Everything. A stands for And. R stands for Rise.” He paused to looked up at me. “So when you are in fear of something, you have a choice to make. You can either forget everything and run or face everything and rise above it.” “So I need to choose whether I want to run from my father, which would be for the rest of my life and always having to look over my shoulder, or I can stand up and face him.” I said mulling over this explanation that my mate just gave me.

Hazel's anxious face became redder, then she rolled her cute eyes and she turned her head into the window. The awkward atmosphere grew intensely, as Jae started teasing her. Then suddenly the company's guard knocked on the door. "Boss, Someone's here from the City Bank, he said that he is the director of the bank and came here to apologize to you!" Daryl Poxter was in despair when he knew that the one he offended this morning was no ordinary person, and it turns out that he is the most feared person in the world who turned it up side down.

he shouted, slamming his hand on the table, causing the whole place to shake. The woman's expression shifted from anger to fear. The boy in front of her looked at her intensely, with a deep, neutral gaze. She gripped the chair she was sitting on as the boy leaned in, resting his arms on the table. His face was as disfigured as the backdrop of his smile. "Why are you afraid of me?" he whispered close to her face. "Do I seem so horrifying to you?" he asked, running his fingers across the woman's face, making her tremble. "My face is the most beautiful thing there is."