Timide Novels & Stories

Something that spoke directly to my soul. I approached him, hesitantly, but I couldn't help asking, my voice almost a whisper. “If I asked you to keep that color, would you do it?” Timmy stopped moving for a moment, and his eyes, once so furious, were now frightened. He looked at me as if he hadn't expected that question, as if, for a moment, he didn't know what to make of it. The tension between us increased, and I could feel the weight of it.

I mumble something in the most terrifying hoarse voice. ==================================================================

I came to the office, my hand trembling as I knocked on it. I was terrified of the outcome that was going to ensue. “Triston?” My voice called out weakly. I felt my face grow red, waiting for an answer. No answer at all, was I not loud enough? I knocked once more and was greeted by the door being thrown open. I was alarmed seeing his face, as he turned back, already walking back to the desk- documents being spread across it.

"I'm here to inform you that our flight is at 3.00pm, now it's 1.27 so we need to hurry to catch the flight. You know that it takes atleast 1hr to reach the airport. So you guys better hurry up." "I know, and I don't want you to remind me that Mr. Parker." Tim answered in his usual deep voice but now it sounded scary. Not as scary as pennywise's husky voice in "IT" but still it's scary. "And Mr. Simons I would appreciate it if you stop insulting her. I don't want anyone to treat my girl bad." Right now my heart just did a boom boom bang bang dance with all those animals in my stomach making me ticklish. Aiden glared at him for a few minutes and we both left the house with Aiden's hand still

Kids everywhere; I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself in front of them. Timi: There is an indoor pool at the gym, we can have it all to ourselves. Me: Hmm, it will slow down business for the day. Timi: I don’t care; I will sacrifice anything to spend the day with you. Me: I won’t feel comfortable being alone with you. Timi: Why? You don’t trust yourself? Me: I don’t trust you. Timi: why? Me: I just don’t, maybe you aren’t trust worthy.

he shrugged, "so...what do you say?" "I don't know yet Kane, I mean... Saturday will make it a week I'm knowing you." "I don't bite, I'm a nice guy" he sounded calm but tell that to his pounding heart. Rejection! Please, don't let this be a rejection, he screamed in his mind as his chest rise and fall in his rapid breathing because of his fear. "I should be the one to tell if you are a nice guy." "Then, am I?" "I don't know yet."

She is younger than me and I had a belief that she had never faced such situations. She looked dumbfounded when the truck started moving towards our car after smashing our car. Her breathing got heavy. Her face lost all the colours. For the first time ever I felt my biggest weakness sitting beside me. Fear of losing Myra hit me harder than my own fear of death. She closed her eyes and opened it to look at me. I saw clear blood red eyes. Her ocean blue eyes turned into a predatory one that made me more confused. I heard Randhir's voice, "Bhai, move back."

TIMID. Lacking courage or confidence. Noah Black was the definition of timid despite being a fourth year resident of the department of psychiatry. His cute brown eyes had often times avoided making contact with Anna’s hazel ones, especially when she had directed a question at him during their department meetings. The whole Psychiatry department had a total of six residents; five males and one female. Anna had three males assigned to her, Noah being one of them.

Hilda explains in her emotion-hidden voice that used to terrify me. Only now, after studying her for weeks, can I see that she cares. The slight dilation of her pupils plus the twitch in her hands are dead giveaways. Hilda is scared for them. I grin internally. Hilda cares. She cares, but she refuses to show it. She turns to me, and our eyes lock.

She was nervous and she could deny it all she wanted but I saw it in the way her pulse hammered against her skin at the crook of her neck, in the way minuscule beads of sweat clung to her temple, and in the way she kept fidgeting or biting at her lower lip that now sported red cracks because she wouldn't stop chewing at it. Miranda could lie to my face and tell me it was what I had planned for tomorrow that was bringing on these nervous ticks of hers but she would be fucking lying. She was nervous from the moment I entered her apartment after Daniel had left. If she thought for one God damned moment I believed her pathetic excuse of having rat problems, then she probably thought I was stupid