Trembled Definition Novels & Stories

But I shook it off. Just as I was about to drink from the bottle of water, a tremor ran throughout my body. My hand shook, and the bottle dropped to the ground, sending a sound through the room. I let out a pained groan, my feet staggering back, my hand clutching my chest. My vision was going double. “Uhhh, guys, I think there’s something wrong with me,” I said in a pained voice. I didn’t hear any sound, so I turned to them slowly, as the tremor in my body could allow me to. A spike of pain vibrated through me, and this time, I let out a small scream.

That feeling when my body did not move – would not, could not, was not free to. The air left my chest in ragged gasps, my ribcage began to shake. My hands trembled, a dull ache flashing in my fingers, as if rope and pressure and memory had all torn their way back from the past. And then it broke from me. “No… no!” I cried, hoarse, almost childlike. “Please, don’t… don’t do it! Don’t… hurt me! Please… don’t!” My eyes filled with tears, my body arched tight, I tried to tear my arms from Aedan’s grip, but there was no true strength in me – only the choking, paralyzing tremor of panic.

I reflexively tried to push him away by the trembling arm of mine but he, in a split second, pushed his body to mine, killing every distance we had. My breathing starts to become heavier as I struggle even harder to get out of his grip. "I should really show you what monsters do." He says while he starts to kiss on neck and harshly sucking at a particular area. I can feel two sharp pointed things slightly scratching my skin. "Leave me." I speak realizing what he's about to do. Tremble. Tremble is no match to define how my body is reacting in this whole situation. I'm trying my best to get out of his iron grip but it is only contributing making him clench even more tighter.

I pressed my palm to the floor, trying to steady myself, but the tremor wouldn’t stop. My body collapsed against the cold tiles. The ceiling blurred above me slipping away.

​“It’s bracing.” ​The doorway shuddered, a violent tremor that rattled my very soul. And then, from the other side, something pushed back.

His hands trembled. It wasn't the shiver of fright that had previously afflicted him before he spoke or a battle. This was different. This was the body's manifestation of an emotion so vast he couldn't contain it in his physical form. It was the thrum of a soul arriving where it was heading, finally.

I squeezed my hands in an effort to quiet the trembling, but as it registered, I realized it was no longer contained to my hands but racking my entire body, making my knees increasingly weak. Like a jittery statue I stood waiting, fearful that he would return and yet more terrified that he'd look elsewhere to wreak his fury. As time stood still, air returned to my lungs and slowed my tremors. My breaths were the only sound as I searched for noise of him down the hall with Chelsea.

As he slowly withdrew, I felt the warm, viscous fluid trickle out of my hole. My legs trembled uncontrollably, threatening to buckle beneath me.

Sharp little intakes of breath that spoke of shock and pain and the body's involuntary response to stimuli it couldn't process or understand. Shuddered when I touched her, full-body tremors that ran through her like electricity, like her nervous system was shorting out under the weight of what was happening. Flinched like something inside her was burning slow, like wet wood that refuses to catch fire no matter how much fuel you add, no matter how hard you blow on the embers. But she never screamed.

Justin drawled out next and the whimper I hadn’t even realized I had been holding in my throat solely slipped out as a tremble wracked through my body. Fuck.