Trepidation Synonym Novels & Stories

Naryvex’s voice trembled inside me, excited and terrified at the same time. “Mate?”

Dissipate in the air, the dense, heavy grievance of the dead people. The temperature dropped further, enough to see you your breath, that you couldn't help but shuddered in response. The chill you felt then developed into goosebumps. The hairs on your body stood in alertness. Shivers slowly raked down your spine. Discomfort, anxiety, and trepidation, all these emotions blended together, created a terrible synergy. Someone said silence is golden. However, the daunting silence you experienced right now is different than normalcy, and this is not the tranquility your willingly welcomed.

Ava There’s only one word I can use to describe the sinking feeling that settles in the pit of my stomach, twisting in my gut, sharp and unrelenting, as it grips tighter around the muscle before releasing it and finding its way upwards to my chest where it sinks it’s vicious claws into the beating organ that resides behind my ribcage. Dread.

Raina With each passing minute, my anxiety and fear grew. I should be feeling positive, but I don't. Rounding around the sacred fire every promise we uttered to hold each other in sickness, cherish each other, love each other, bring happiness into our lives, to be faithful to each other. Filled trepidation in my veins. Every promise let out from his mouth was filled with confidence and sincerity. Not once did his voice shake. And here I am every vow I took with nervousness, my voice trembling with apprehension.

She attempted to continue the chant, her voice trembling ever so slightly, the weight of the situation bearing down upon us. Fear clutched my heart as I watched the scene unfold before me. The uncertainty threatened to drown me in a sea of despair, my hopes dashed against the rocks of reality. Unable to contain my mounting trepidation, I mustered the courage to speak through trembling lips. "Margret... What is happening?" I asked, the question laced with raw, trembling fear.

Two years ago… Cara's POV You know this feeling; this constant nagging at the back of your mind, this sickening at the pit of your stomach, this heavyweight over your chest that makes you sometimes stop and just try to gasp for a breath. You know; this anxiety, uneasiness, or maybe it is just referred to as --fear. I don't know, it is just, this feeling-- What is it? What do they call it? This trepidation. As if you're waiting for something bad to happen. As if your gut is telling you, it’s giving you pre heads-up.

Fearful. Waiting.

The question she was dreading from the time he called her today. Isabella felt her heart skip a beat as Adam's unexpected question pierced the air, its impact reverberating within her like a tidal wave crashing against her fragile emotional shores. Dread had been building steadily within her since the moment his call had come through, and now, the inevitable inquiry hung heavily in the air, threatening to unravel the delicate equilibrium she had carefully maintained.

When ready. Without fear.

Who trusts the words of an enemy? That realization chills my nerves and swells in my throat as I stop in my tracks. With wide eyes and a pounding chest, trepidation starts to rear in my mind, beating like loud drums of grave alarm. I made a mistake. We have to go back!