Timide Novels & Stories

"He is definitely scared. Come on Tim, don't be a wuss" Tim stopped walking, then he turned and looked from his friends to Chloe and then back to his friends. "Fine. I will do it" he said, not wanting to gain a reputation as a wuss who couldn't talk to a girl. "Douche bags" he added. "Can I help you hold your backpack?" Peter asked grinning. "Shut up, Peter" Tim said, then he walked up to Chloe Gilbert, trying to look tough and brave and hoping that she couldn't hear his heart beating. Because he could swear it was beating very loudly right now.

"Please help me, God bless you as you do so." The kid spoke these words with every ounce of energy that lurked within him. The tone of his voice was nothing louder than a squeaking mouse caught in a trap. He was so thin that one as old as the priest she had just met could easily count his ribs without the aid of any lens.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Erica couldn't forget that morning she woke up feeling that something was wrong with her and maybe that was why her mother hated her so much so she confronted her and threatened to kill herself, but Miriam only laughed at her. Erica felt very stupid for thinking that she could get her mother's attention with such words. Joan had her hair tied in pony tail with fancy ribbons and a nice pink dress on which moved left and right as she wrapped her hands around her mother's waist. "Daddy, it's okay please" Joan cried. Joan was bold unlike Erica who was always shy and afraid. "Mummy please stop yelling" Joan kept saying with tears streaming down to her jaw but neither her father or mother listened

Not when whatever happened back there isn’t solely my mistake. “P-P-Please, let me go, I didn’t do anything,” I stuttered badly. “Answer me,” He simply ordered in a hissing tone. I noticed my internal organs shutting down because of terror spreading across my body. My eyes got heavy and I didn’t know when I fainted off, feeling strong hands around me. . . .

Not giving me a second to to retort. As we followed I looked at hazel,"Why are you so timid towards Rylin?" She looked at me almost confused," Do you not feel his aura, it's powerful and makes most of us feel inferior to him. In a good way, he's always so nice but we respect him. We don't want to be on his bad side. Not everyone reacts as I do. But I'm a low level omega and am not one to question." "His aura? All I feel is weak in the knees," I giggled to her and she looked up at me and smiled.

It amazed him that someone in the whole of Los Angeles didn’t like him. When Mr. Jones stood next to him, he nodded his head to acknowledge the man's presence. “Aiden. I hope you are prepared.” “I wouldn’t say I am. This is all new to me. I am definitely not in support of this archaic arrangement.” “Trust me, I am not the happiest person to agree with this. Somethings just have to be done.” The man walked away from him.