Novel & Cerita Why Is My Body Trembling Inside

My legs tremble, my body shaking as I feel myself edging closer to the edge. “Aiden,” I breathe, the words catching in my throat.

Just as I try to reach for him, the fire is replaced by trembling and it feels like… that doesn’t make sense I’ve finally lost my mind. I swear my body growled. Not my stomach. My body. What the hell? “Help me. There’s something inside of me. My body… it…” I trail off, unable to finish the sentence. I must be going insane. This isn’t real. I knew his showing up was too good to be true. I must be dreaming… or having a nightmare. Both of Roman’s knees crash to the ground, getting as close to me as he can without touching me fully, worried he might hurt me. He gently wraps my trembling hands in his.

Tigreal was sitting peacefully on his long sofa, holding a glass of champagne and enjoying the appeasing mood when he felt a puzzling sensation all over his body. Tig's body trembled incessantly as if there was an electric current going through it. Except for his head, his body became inactive. He felt as if his brain seemed to be drained out through the top of his skull. "My Marble Is In Danger" He marveled as his body jerked and shuddered uncontrollably until he finally collapsed onto the floor.

Perhaps the kitchen staff were generous enough to abide by my order. I wince slightly as bone-chilling sensations set through my veins. Ever since my voice broke the chandelier and calmed the raven, my body has been acting up. In the span of ten minutes, I get cold and heat spasm all over me. I can barely keep track of my senses. The wave of dizziness that hits me with the slightest movement of my head is enough to make me ground my teeth till my lips bleed. Usually when the body acts up, it’s a signal trying to tell you something.

Tremors wracked his entire body, and he fought to remain upright as waves of anguish crashed over him. Ederic's surroundings seemed to fade away, his senses dulled by the overwhelming grief. The world became a blur for a moment, his vision clouded by tears. He moved closer to his mother's bedside, standing there as if in a trance. His trembling hands reached out to touch hers, the effort to steady his own shaking fingers a monumental task.

My body started to waver on its own, making me tighten my grip on the sheet under my hands. "You're trembling." He said and I gulped. "S-stop it," I said while my face was downright stuffed in the pillow by his hand. He is way stronger after getting injured or maybe I'm too powerless. He doesn't leave any moment to hover on me, does he? "Your stuttering, too." He said and I internally rolled my eyes. Why is he dictating my body language? Did anyone ask? Nobody asked. "Stop trembling like that...my inside is howling." He whispered in my area.

Then I rush down the hallway and into the bedroom, closing the door behind me and pressing my back to it like it might hold the rest of the world out. The moment I’m alone, the tremors return. My hands are shaking, my chest is heaving, and I can’t seem to get warm, no matter how tightly I curl into myself. I crawl into bed, still soaked and filthy, and pull the blanket up around my shoulders. But the panic doesn’t stop.

My legs were weak, my head was spinning, and my body wouldn’t stop trembling. I had never felt anything like that before. The shame, the heat, everything. It was like his fingerprint was carved inside me and it was haunting me. When I got home, I took a quick shower and collapsed in bed, trying to force myself to think of anything but what had happened. But my brain wouldn’t shut up. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw were his stormy grey eyes and his hand moving inside me. The memory alone made my thighs clench involuntarily, my body tossing and turning against the sheets like I was trying to escape myself.

Dressing is the least of my worries right now. The second I take a step, my knees give out. I hit the ground with a cry of pain. My hands dig into the dirt, trying to hold on to something. My vision blurs, then snaps into focus with such force I almost throw up. I curl in on myself, whimpering like a small child. My skin feels too tight. My muscles twitch, seizing under my skin like they are fighting against my bones. Heat radiates from my chest outward, a burn that makes my whole body tremble.

I push myself up, but the moment I move, the whole room spins, my joints screaming in pain as vicious aches shoot through me, and a yelp slips out before I can stop it, what the hell is this feeling? My legs touch the floor and they feel freezing, so cold it shocks through me, my whole body starting to shake badly, trembling like I’m standing in ice, but the room isn’t cold. My breath comes out uneven as I look down at my hands, watching them tremble, my body not listening to me, just shaking harder. Something is wrong, really wrong, and I don’t understand any of it. My throat feels dry, painfully dry, like I’ve been stuck in a burning hell, as though I need ice, just something cold to numb