Zill Zoophobia Novels & Stories

I watched her… my little sister, standing before three women who terrified the entire palace. And she didn’t shake. I wondered why I couldn’t be like her. Why confidence slid so easily into Zoella’s bones, while fear curled up and lived inside mine. But one thing settled, clear and immovable… I would not let her face this alone. Not this time. I forced myself to breathe. Lowered my eyes. Waited. Celine tilted her head, smiling the way she always did when she was about to hurt someone. “What condition?” she asked lightly.

“The moon’s little chosen one. Do you feel her watching you, Zoe? Do you feel her power? Because it won’t save you.” Zoe’s wolf surged again, her rage clawing at the edges of her control. Her vision blurred, red and sharp, as the need to tear, to rip, to make him pay, consumed her. But her body refused to obey. She was frozen in place, paralyzed by the crushing weight of her parents’ deaths. “You’re pathetic,” Philip said, his voice dripping with disdain. He crouched in front of her, tilting his head as though studying her. “All that power, and you’re nothing but a frightened little girl. No wonder your family fell so easily.”

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

” “Zell that is an excuse. Loves adds to us, not take from us or decrease our value and self-worth. So I’ll ask you again. Why? Why did you allow yourself to be treated in such a manner for so long?” “I don’t know OK?” “No that is not ok and not true. You know, so tell me why?” “I was afraid ok?” I whisper dropping my head. “The Zell that I know is not afraid of anything. So what did you convince yourself you were afraid of? And don’t give me that token answer of I don’t know because I’m not buying it.” “I was afraid that he wouldn’t love me and if my mate couldn’t love me, could anyone love me?”

"Of course. We'll go at your pace. Whatever you're comfortable with." Silence stretched between us. I could hear my own heartbeat, feel the warmth creeping up my neck. This was ridiculous. He was a therapist. Killian's friend. I had no reason to feel so... so aware of him. *You're being weird, * Zoey muttered. *Relax.* *I'm trying! Something's wrong with me.* *Maybe it's just his vibe. Some wolves have that effect. Charisma or whatever.* *It's more than charisma and you know it.*

“I’m always on guard. Scanning for danger. Easily startled. Anxious. When I see a courtroom or even a building that looks like one, I feel sick. My heart races. My body goes tense. It’s like my whole body remembers even when I’m trying not to.” Melinda’s fingers squeezed hers gently, silently encouraging her. “The worst part?” Zoe whispered. “I’m scared. Of almost everything. Which is crazy, right? Sometimes I feel like someone’s going to attack me again. Like they’re going to come kill me.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “I’m not stable. Everything is just… too much.”

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) Sofia watched the color drain from Zilo’s face, a cold satisfaction settling in her chest. For years, she had lived in fear of the psychic weight he could impose on her. She had spent every waking moment trying to hide her thoughts, her desires, and her pain from the men who claimed to own her soul. Now, the roles were so thoroughly reversed that it felt almost surreal. She could see his fear as a physical vibration in the air. She could hear the frantic rhythm of his heart, pleading for a mercy he had never shown her.

She uttered fairly and Calvin laughed out loud. "I only explained what I think. " She pouted and he smiled in understanding. She turned her back to him as she made an attempt to carry the non-stick pot. Calvin summoned enthusiasm and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. She flinched at first, but it died down when she realized it was Calvin. The fear of being raped made another hole of “fear of sex” in Zoey's psyche. She feels uncomfortable around people, noisy places make her ear itching, any romantic tinge from Calvin to her body brings sadness to her eyes.

"You snore like half the time, and are we still stuck on this whole cheese thing? Shit, I'd hate to see your expression once I tell you I used to be afraid of Giraffes." "WHAT?" I yelled. "They're God's most gentle creatures and one of the few animals that doesn't terrify me!" "Nothing should have a neck that long. Also, I don't buy this whole belief that they only eat plants." Zane shuddered. "Have you seen the size of their tongues?" "Hmm." "What?" He tugged me closer to him. "Nothing, you're just a lot weirder than I thought." "Says the girl who's afraid of antelope." His chuckle was warm against my neck, and then he sighed. "Tell me that despite all my weird quirks you'll still be waitin

I am William and Hydrophobia is my waterloo it is the fear of water. This is my childhood nightmare during a summer morning of 1997 I was a little weak child. I jumped into a deep blue sea with my friends when suddenly the current change and I felt suffocated when the water entered my mouth and my body collapsed until I was drowned. I thought I was dead but my sister saved me from the trouble. Back then I’m helpless and I got a phobia with water. My mother forbids me to swim in the river, lakes, and other saltwater regions because the crocodile might eat me. Every time my feet reached different kinds of bodies of water: sea, river, pond, and lakes my whole body trembled and my heart palpitat