Novel & Cerita The Face Of Fear Book

No, this was intricate work, like someone had taken every vibrant color of the rainbow and stroked his face with them, trying to make them highlight his already divine face. The tears still rolled down my cheeks, being put forth from the intense feeling of pure, unadulterated fear. My scream turned louder, every ounce of air in my lungs being used to push out the fear rolling inside of me. I’m not gonna be taken by some crazy man with paint all over his fucking face.

he asked, the amusement fading from his voice. “I do.” “He’s got this whole place under his feet. Meals. Water. Free time. People. Everything. He could revoke your patrol time too.” His voice flickered with worry. “Don’t worry, Bruce. Nothing’s going to happen to you.” “I’m worried about you,” he said. “Fear is a weakness,” I replied, setting my sketchbook aside. “When you show fear, they feel delight. Fear means they can control you.” “Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work?” he asked, confusion written all over his face.

Part 1: The Face in the Dark The room remained silent. Only the emergency lights glowed red through the darkness. On the monitor— The silhouette sat motionless. Watching. Waiting. Lina felt her heart hammering in her chest. "Who are you?" she demanded. The figure smiled. A slow, calm smile. "Asking the wrong question already." Part 2: Fear Victor took a step back. That alone frightened Lina. Victor never stepped back. Victor never looked afraid.

His eyes gleamed with malice, enjoying every second of my fear. I bit down on my lip, hard, tasting blood as I fought to keep from crying out. I wouldn’t let him see how scared I was. He didn’t deserve that satisfaction. But the truth was, I was terrified. My mind was screaming at me to fight back, to do something, anything, but my body was frozen. I couldn’t move. Suddenly, he let go of my face, shoving me roughly against the wall. I gasped as the impact knocked the breath from my lungs.

he said and slammed the door to my face without looking back. Immediately he went out, I rushed to open the door and the door was hard. The metal was locked, I tried to look at the lens attached to the door, but the door refused to open. Then I had no option but to submit to fate. I lay on the bed, hoping I would sleep off, but unfortunately, my face was wide open. Suddenly, I began to feel strange, the same burning sensation that I always felt. I was careful enough not to bite anything from the room. A drop of water did not pass through my throat while I was with Jack. Even the fruits that he bought, I refused to take them with me, I left them in his car. Definitely, the aphrodisiac must ha

Chapter: 42. ***** Rafa opened his eyes and looked around the room. He was alone, having sent his Betas away, he needed a moment to himself and to speak with Leon. Although, the call left him with a feeling of dread that won't leave even as he stared at the bookshelf holding the keys to the Book of Neer. Though he needed to be rushing over to check and be certain the Book lies safe, he couldn't find himself to get up from the bed. There is this feeling swirling around inside of him, the feeling of Fear and longing. It's not an emotion he can explain but it keeps him rooted on the bed in place as he stares at the bookshelf. He was afraid. Afraid of confirming the lingering truth already visib

I can say that it was my fear, I can see this red letter as a warning to leave this place as soon as possible otherwise I will be in mess which nobody will help me. I gaze back, Fear is a dark presence on the edge of my vision. It is like a spot of blackness that hides in the corner of my eye. I turn to look at it, but when I look at it directly, it disappears. Sweat dripped from my brow as i watched the letter, I saw the shadows of the creature falling toward me Dark, like a spot on the periphery of my vision like I saw him. PRESENT I screamed out and opened my eyes.

His face, cold and hard, promised nothing but pain. I swallowed thickly, trying to quell the fear coursing through me. Despite my best efforts to remain calm, my body betrayed me. Tremors coursed through me, I couldn't help but feel trapped under his stare. He didn't look remorseful at all. Rather, his lips curled into a smile, seemingly amused as though deriving pleasure from my fear. He knelt down to my level and before I knew it his hand grabbed my face. I blinked back my tears as his fingers bit into my cheeks, turning my head from side to side. Desperation welled up inside me, and I tried to pull away from him.

Long, pitch-black hair frames his face under the hood, the locks leathery and oily from age. His face is handsome, but not in a pleasant way. It's like the beauty an avalanche holds. Primordial, ageless. Dangerous. And when he meets my eyes, I notice that they are as red as the blood that flows through my veins. From somewhere within me, a deep-rooted fear erupts. I've never felt such a thing before. I'm paralyzed from it, unable to move a millimeter. I've been tortured before, I've been near very death, I've seen things that no man or woman should ever witness, and I have felt fear. I'd thought I'd felt fear in every form possible up until then because the number of times I've feared for my

"Thanks, Dad. I just can't get past the expression on his face, and the blood, the smell of fear in the air. It is enough to play with your mind." "What you do now is to accept what happened and then move on from that moment. You have to decide if fear is going to tame you or guide you. If you give in to fear you will always succumb to it. But if you decide to face it face to face you can conquer it. It does not mean that it will not make a turn again, but every time you get victory over it your confidence grows and so even if you face the worst of situations you will find yourself calm. You think your enemy does not fear?"