Trembled Definition Novels & Stories

"So do me the pleasure of standing on all fours." Her body trembled, not in fear, but in eager, absolute obedience.

Fear tremored through me. Was this my future?

I folded my toe against the metallic floor trying to control my trembling legs. But then…

I moved back smiling awkwardly as he started to follow me. "That... Was a mistake. Don't take it seriously. I swear I didn't mean it. I was just scared..." I explained but he kept following me without saying anything. I fell on the bed, he hovered above me. I closed my eyes in fear as my body began to tremble. Am I trembling out of fear or something else? I don't understand. "I'm sorry.. I am so sorry... Don't kill me please..." I shut my eyes pleading, and awaiting my fate.

My body trembled as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "What’s wrong with me?"

“But you know the funniest thing, my friend? I just decided that I no longer need your services.” Another bang that deafens me, another shot. And the shock haunts me in such a way that I start to tremble compulsively, desperate and distressed. Even when I try to control myself so as not to draw attention, my feet that rest on the tracks tremble at an absurd speed. I swallow the cry and force air into my lungs, still covering my mouth with trembling hands. The tremor in my body becomes more intense, uncontrollable. The shock gives way to understanding in a matter of moments, and I suddenly turn my head to the left, where the light of the subway headlights run at full speed to meet me.

Every flick, every curl, every press made me tremble more, shiver harder, cry out louder. “Kael… oh god… I can’t… I’m coming…” My voice broke, shivering, trembling violently, hair tangled in his hands, nails gripping his shoulders. My body shuddered, trembling, moaning, writhing under his relentless tongue and fingers. He hummed, groaning, curling fingers, thumb circling, lips pressing, relentless. I cried out, trembling, shivering, moaning, gasping, body trembling, writhing, desperate, dripping, completely undone.

His rotund body began trembling uncontrollably, obviously from fear. “Mr. Floyd?”

My whole body trembles, a low, uncontrollable shudder that seems to resonate down to my very bones. Lance sits on the edge of the bed, his head bowed, the muscles in his back coiled tight, each ridge standing out starkly in the dim light. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, fingers flexing as if he's trying to grasp the weight of his mistake.

The tremor rolled beneath their feet like a living thing—slow at first, then sharp, cracking through the broken stone pillars with a low, groaning sound that echoed through the hollow chamber. Dust drifted down in pale sheets, whispering over Adrian’s shoulders as he held Emily tighter, his body tensing like a creature sensing a predator before it appeared.