Trembled Sentence Novels & Stories

My legs tremble, my hands shake, but I don’t stop. Goddamn that man!

Fear crept into her chest, tightening it. Her hands began to tremble, as her phone flopped.

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 edges trembled between my fingers. Slowly...I slipped one finger beneath the fold.

My hands were slick with sweat, trembling uncontrollably. “Where were you, little bird?”

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.

I whispered, even as I felt a fine tremor in my hands. “You are.”

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 paused for a little while to give him time to respond. I approached the door to find the newspapers covering the floor, the books torn up and the recliner ripped to shreds. Large dents and holes covered the walls, my voice began to crack and sound panicked. "DAVID!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face. I searched every square inch of his apartment and found nothing. He was gone. I couldn't fight it anymore; the tears came down at an uncontrollable rate.

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 !