Timide Novels & Stories

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

Realising that she wasn’t going to reply, I ended the conversation with another text, ‘Be ready by 11.’

I tense knowing I’ve said the wrong thing. “You know that nervousness is a waste of energy. Nervousness, fear, anxiety- these all weaken us. These emotions make us doubt ourselves. There’s no room for doubt right now. Are you uncertain that you will win tomorrow?” He asks me. His voice is calm; he’s always calm. He never wavers. Even when he is enraged, he is composed. That’s what makes him so easy to fear. He’s consistent, yet unreadable. In the twelve years that I’ve known him, I’ve learned his mannerisms and his preferences, but I never assume I truly know him. And everyone that I’ve brought in over the years, I make sure they know that too. He hates arrogance but demands confidence. He w

she laid her complaint immediately she heard his voice "Were you worried" he desperately wished someone would love him for him not because if whatever benefit they would get She hesitated, she didn't want him to be able to read her easily. "Well...." "Well?" "What's wrong?" "Nothing" "Why are you like this?" "How?" "Are you angry at someone?" "Do I have to be?" Fidelia was confused. "Am I that bad?" He paused "Or you don't know I like you?" "Or wait, I'm am not the type of guy you like"

Timothy gazed at the computer screen, determined not to leave Nord City so easily. After all, his wife and children were there. After reading the reply, Sage was taken aback. Timothy wasn't afraid of death and wouldn't leave, which put Sage in a dilemma. Initially, he had intended to intimidate Timothy into leaving promptly upon understanding the situation. But to his surprise, Timothy showed no fear in the face of death and refused to leave. Sage was curious and asked, "If you don’t leave now, you'll most likely not be able to leave in the future and will die in Nord City. Are you not afraid?"

She got in the car and pulled out her phone, texting him. Sicily: What if... just what if I'm the girl who was never good enough? What if I was the one who struggled with my weight? With death and depression? What if you seem too good to be true? What if I'm scared that letting you in a little would leave me open and bare to devastation when you determined there was a better what if?

“No. I will not yield to your power, I have waited years for this, you have controlled us for too long.” “Well if you won’t go to your brothers, I will just have to bring them to you.” Black glares at Aidan then glances in my direction before taking a step in my direction. Abruptly there is a loud bang and four monsters appear in front of Aidan. They stare at Black with confusion and anger. They all seem to coloured differently, one orange, one yellow, one red and one green. The green one takes a step towards Black and says with a hush voice

I sobbed. Then , as the words faded and Edim began to slowly pull me towards him, as if he wasn't quite sure of himself, I sensed hesitation in his movement. However, while Edim Demiray was someone who did not have the slightest hesitation while performing even the most difficult action, he was full of hesitations and confusions while he was pulling me into his arms. On the other hand, I was no different from him when I took small steps towards him. I was more timid, scared, confused and helpless than I had ever felt before as I pulled heavily towards his hard chest with tears on my face that I couldn't silence. It was as if I had lost my way and was totally confused about how to act.

My throat ran dry as I looked at him in disbelief. Liam and Jack grabbed onto my arms dragging me back towards the door. "DAD! PLEASE NO!" I screamed as tears ran down my cheeks blurring my vision. Jack wrapped his hand around my mouth muffling my call out to my dad. It was like everything was happening in slow motion. The tears running down my face staining my cheeks, and blurring my vision. Being dragged out the room, the image of my dad fading away. It was all happening so slow, but the fear and anxiety piling on top of my chest was occurring at a rapid pace, making it harder, and harder to breathe.

I never considered myself a saint, but growing up, a part of me hated it when Jayden called the Lord’s name in vain. I was uncomfortable with anyone doing it, and because it felt wrong, it made the hairs on my neck rise, so I’d caution him. But now, I felt nothing but satisfaction as I watched Timur—not hate or caution…justsatisfaction. His gaze faltered, and he leaned against the wall, tugged down the zipper of his pants, and—in a blinding flash—he pulled out his—