Trembled Definition Novels & Stories

He was the first who was nervous to the point that it showed, he was trembling as if he wasn't aware of the next step to take. “Do you want to fuck me?”

He said so calmly that sent a shiver down my spine. My eyes trembled and spun and my body instinctively moved to run back but then— “Urgh—Haah!”

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.

Her body trembling, overwhelmed by the sensations he was making her feel. He really liked to eat her out for some reason. "Ahh mm..I-I wait-" Her head fell back on the pillow and eyes rolled back in the back of her head, her body trembling as she came down from her high. Her body trembling helplessly, indicating she loved every bit of what he did to her.

Each sound, each movement, felt like a constant, agonizing reminder of the terrifying reality I was trapped in, a reality I couldn’t escape, no matter how desperately I yearned to. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. They trembled violently, an uncontrollable tremor that started deep within my core and rippled outwards, a physical manifestation of my inner turmoil. They trembled as I reached out to touch Eli’s fingers, cold and still beneath my touch. Too cold. An icy dread spread through my veins. I pressed my palm against his, willing warmth to return, willing life to surge back into him, a desperate, silent plea to a universe that seemed deaf to my prayers. But nothing happened. His fingers r

Tremors wracked his entire body, and he fought to remain upright as waves of anguish crashed over him. Ederic's surroundings seemed to fade away, his senses dulled by the overwhelming grief. The world became a blur for a moment, his vision clouded by tears. He moved closer to his mother's bedside, standing there as if in a trance. His trembling hands reached out to touch hers, the effort to steady his own shaking fingers a monumental task.

"You're trembling." "I'm cold." "It isn't cold." "It's cold." Her voice cracked. "It's not." The trembling spread from her hands into her arms. Then her shoulders. Soon, every muscle in her body quivered uncontrollably. She clenched her jaw. Stop. Please stop. The harder she fought it... The worse it became. Dean remained perfectly still. His instincts urged him to help. His wolf practically demanded it. She's frightened. "I can see that." Go to her.

My body trembled uncontrollably, a deep, internal tremor that shook me to my core. I pressed a trembling hand to my chest, trying to calm the frantic thrum of my heart. I could still hear my mother's slurred voice, sharp with condemnation. Still feel the priest's cold, judging eyes burning into me. Still taste the bitter betrayal in Mark's mouth, even though I knew, intellectually, it was just a dream. I curled into myself, knees drawn tight to my chest, trying to make myself small, invisible. "It was just a dream," I whispered, my voice cracking, a desperate plea for reassurance. "Just a dream."

“I am glad you have such a friend. Genuine friendships transcend time." “Like you and Lord Vladya?” She felt his head nod against hers. Sleep began to tug at her, the warmth of his presence wrapping around her like a blanket. She was drifting off when she felt his hands tremble. It was subtle at first. A faint quiver becoming unmistakable as he tried to still them, his knuckles tightening into a fist. “I have noticed it a few times now,” she murmured drowsily. “The tremors.” “It’s nothing. Go to sleep, dearling.”

Breeger thanked Miros and walked him to the door. It was then that the first tremor struck. It started as a tremble in the ground. Breeger stopped as did Miros. They both felt unstable on their feet and were not sure what was happening. Then they heard the rumble as the tremor increased in strength. The cups began to shake and tinkle as they shook on their saucers. The tea in the cups rippled from the vibrations and a film of dust powder began to descend from the ceiling.