Trembled Sentence Novels & Stories

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My hand started to tremble again. “Are you that scared that I won’t be wake up again that until now you are trembling? Look at me now; look at me in your heart content that I’m okay and I will be on your side from now on.” He smiles and hold my trembling hand, “you don’t need to be scare and nervous anymore, Clever.”

My hands trembled at my sides, and my brain felt like it was short circuiting. "Huh?" I breathed, the word barely a squeak. I looked down at him, my face flushing a deep, burning crimson. "You... you want me to...?"

The tremor was born of exhaustion, of having carried too much—too much grief, too much responsibility, too much life and death in one trembling set of hands. I forced my teeth together, trying again to rise. I grasped Caelan’s form, seeking the solid certainty of him, but my limbs betrayed me. The effort of standing, of keeping myself upright, drained me entirely. My forehead pressed into his shoulder, my hands gripping his chest as though sheer force of will could tether me to life, to breath, to reality. “Stay,” I whispered, voice cracked, raw, broken—not to him. Not to the watching presence. To myself. To the tethered remnants of strength that still clung to me.

In the middle of an alleyway, she shrugged down to the concrete ground and held her knees close to her chest. She could feel her heart feeling unsteady. It hurt... whatever the feeling was it hurt. It stung. Her eyes were puffy from all the crying, her hands were shaking.. her whole body was shaking. She noticed rats running under the junk where she sat close proximity with. Eric walked over to where she was sat, he sat next to her; quietly. "I have literally given my life for you." She hiccuped, he sighed.

I couldn't fight it anymore; the tears came down at an uncontrollable rate. I couldn't breathe as I felt my face start to burn. I fell to my knees, my hands clawing at my thighs. It was happening all over again. No, not again, I thought angrily, this can't be happening again. I began hyperventilating again as I looked around the room, I just couldn't believe it. How is it possible? Why did they take him? If they wanted me, they could have just taken me and left David alone! A pain in the pit of my stomach started off small and then grew. Then, like a fire, it ripped through my body. This felt worse than that creature ripping at my insides.

Beep. Beep. Beep. My chest rose slowly. Then fell. A tear slipped down my temple before I even realized I was crying. My hands began to shake. Small tremors that slowly grew stronger. I refused to look at anyone. I couldn’t. “No…” I whispered. The word broke apart as it left my throat. My hands trembled harder now. “No…” My fingers tightened around the blanket as my breathing became uneven. This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t. My stomach curled painfully.

Since; he already knew what Ella was planning . however; Lana beat him to it as she lightly spoke "Go , I'm fine ."Lana's eyelashes were fluttering as she looked down , the earlier blood loss has made her look even more pale than she usually was , looking at her like this Xander 's heart trembled , To him Lana was truly pitiful . Ella who had expected Lana to blow up , was shocked when she saw her acting so weak and pitiful . Her heart trembled , as a deep sense of foreboding made its way in her heart . Looks like Lana was even more difficult than she imagined !

She had her head bowed and was trembling heavily. "I am so…so… I…am…so…sorry…sir…I…was." She was stuttering and crying, badly shaken up. I exhaled, walking away from her. She was already traumatised at the sight of me and I didn't want to add to it by scaring her.

She wheezed, her body trembling as she tried to form the words. Her breathing grew more erratic, like each syllable physically hurt to speak.