Tremble Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Sir Tremblay’s hands were inching closer onwards to the Student Council Auditor that was slipping in and out of the consciousness and was not aware of the situation they were in. Sir Tremblay was already thinking of the things he would do to Hestia and Excami while they were in the elevator. ‘Why not get a little taste while we wait to get down to the ground floor?’ Sir Tremblay thought to himself as his hands were almost near Excami’s skin— he wanted to touch the neck of the younger Montague as it was always wearing that beautiful necklace that he was always curious about. He also likes to choke them. But before he could touch the neck of the Student Council Auditor, he felt a surge of elec

In moments of sharp stress, or in the cold grip of the nightmare, a fine, uncontrollable tremor started in his fingers. It was trembling now. He gazed at it, hypnotized by the betrayal of his own body. This was the truth the slick corporate executives like Anton Rogers never saw. This was the cost of failure. It was not a mark in a file or a promotion denied. It was a tremor in the dark. It was the resonance of a little girl's scream that would never fully fade. He tightened his fist, tendons standing out, trying to throttle the weakness, to steady himself by will alone. The trembling persisted, a fine, frantic shaking.

Footsteps, heavy, deliberate, vibrating through the floor into my spread, trembling thighs. The the light flicked on suddenly.

The specific stillness of someone whose internal landscape has just shown them something they have no category for and who has gone completely quiet while they work out what it means. I opened my eyes. He was looking at the floor. His hands, which had been still on his knees throughout the entire working, were now very slightly trembling. Not dramatically. The specific micro-tremor of a body responding to something the mind was still processing. “Dren,” I said quietly. He looked up.

My heart pounded softly, and I could feel it tremble slightly. “Lenora,” he called again as I moved closer to them. And suddenly his father's hand twitched. I blinked, and I wasn't sure if I had imagined it, and then it happened again. His fingers moved slowly, and his hand shook. I moved closer to him without thinking, and my breath caught my throat. “Trent,” I whispered in a low tone. Trent didn't move; he was stuck staring at his father and couldn't believe his father's hand could tremble.

Daniel I rise abruptly, my hands trembling as I try to regain control. The atmosphere in Aurélie’s apartment is heavy, almost unreal. She has placed her words like stones in a calm stream, disrupting everything I thought I knew. Doubt grows within me, instilling an uncertainty I haven’t felt in a long time. But deep down, I know that it’s not just the truth I’m trying to uncover. No, I’m also on a far more personal, more intimate quest.

This time the word trembles. It carries the weight of hope and fear and longing all compressed into a single syllable. I reach deeper. Past my fear. Past my frustration. Past the ache of unanswered questions and into raw want. Please. The word is not spoken aloud but it carries through the channel like a plea. Like a prayer. Like someone calling out from the bottom of a well hoping someone will hear. Nothing. The channel remains open but empty. Like a door unlocked to a room no one is ready to enter. Like reaching across an expanse and finding nothing but air. Like calling for someone and having only silence answer.

I began trembling immediately as I contemplated on leaving or staying but I knew it’d take him nothing to catch up with me. “…” Words failed me as tears pricked my eyes, I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. “Where are you heading to with my pup?” He asked and my jaw dropped. My heart beat skyrocketed so high, it almost jumped out. “I… I…” A huge lump blocked my throat and I could feel my air intake being cut short. It was difficult to do anything and I just trembled on the spot, covered in sweat. “Pl… ease…” “Nora…” The way my name was called made me tremble with both fear and a different sensation I had no clue of.

My right hand begins to tremble on its own. “I believe you know what it is right?” I gulp and lift my head with a worried look.

"Go check the situation first. Both of you." He struggled to keep his voice steady, but the faint tremor betrayed the fear coiling inside him. "Understood, Remy," the two subordinates replied, rushing ahead. Remy sucked in deep breaths, exhaling clouds of white mist into the cold air. His face was pale beneath its usual severity. His fingers shook violently. Even when he clenched them into fists, the trembling would not stop. His temples throbbed again, sharp and relentless, like icy needles stabbing into his skull.