Trembled Sentence Novels & Stories

I cried further. Surprisingly, he didn't make any move. He was so stiff. His chest vibrated really fast. It seemed like his heart beat had a sudden increment. I couldn't fathom what was with him. It seemed like he was equally trembling like I was. I was so bewildered. Was he scared too? Was I hurting him any way? I was just so puzzled.

I trembled as my shaft clenched, and my stomach sank in from the strange sensation. “Please ….”

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

he says with a clear tremble in his voice. “I don’t want you hurting me either,” I whisper sadly.

she screamed, voice breaking, fragile and sharp. I winced, my chest aching. Seeing her so small, so fragile, every tremor and spasm hitting me like a hammer, My hands hovered just above her, trembling. I didn’t move closer, didn’t want to terrify her further. I could only feel every pulse, every shiver, every flicker of pain and fear coursing through her.

As much as I wanted to remain resilient and stand my ground, the tray in my hand kept trembling, giving away that I was scared. He gaze dragged from my face to the trembling tray in my hand before letting out a dark chuckle. A dark chuckle embedded in mockery. “You're trembling, sunshine.” He pointed out but I shook my head, refusing to accept defeat. “No, I'm not. I'm not stable enough to hold the tray with you seizing me up like a fucking predator.” I tried to be rid my fears, comforting myself with my own words. “Language, Vana!” His eyes flicked from dark to darkness itself and it wasn't helping matters, as sweat clouded my forehead and my breathing became ragged.

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

Stop shaking! I hit my hands again and again until they bled and until my trembling stopped.

The tremors continued, a constant, ominous reminder of the ticking clock. The rhythm mic tremor, once a subtle unease, had escalated into a relentless pulse that vibrated through the very bones of the subterranean world. Dust rained from the ceiling, coating everything in a fine layer of grey, a constant reminder of their precarious existence. The Lumina, normally resilient and resourceful, were beginning to show the strain. Their faces, usually alight with a soft inner glow, were etched with exhaustion and fear.

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