Quotes About Fear

Could she give herself to him? She knew two things about him. He was a man with a strict code of honor, and he was a very dangerous man capable of swift violence.

I am beginning to like the way you talk to me and that is frightening. There was the faintest of smiles in his voice.

A part of her was thrilled. The same part was terrified. Already it felt too much like ownership. As if he had already branded her in her bones. In her soul.

Francesca took a deep breath. Inhaled Stefano. She feared once Barry entered the room she wouldn't be able to breathe properly. She didn't want to take the chance of drawing him into her lungs. He was in her nightmares; he didn't get anything else from her.

She realized she was afraid of Xaviero, but was no longer completely and utterly terrified of him. Somehow, in confronting her worst nightmare, she gained confidence in herself.

I would never bring a woman into my personal hell. I know Lazar is coming. You know it as well. I would be divided. Need to protect her. Want to live for her. She would be his Achilles heel.

For the first time in her life she had the urge to turn around and flee. She knew danger when she saw it, and Ricco Ferraro was pure danger.

She started across the threshold. Mikhail caught her arm. "Your own free will; say it." "My own free will." She stepped into his home, her lashes sweeping down. Raven missed the look of savage joy that lit his dark, chiseled features, but she felt the floor shift beneath her feet. An old, obscure myth rose up to haunt her. Never enter the home of a vampire of your own free will. It gives him power over you.

In their world, once two shadows were connected and totally interwoven, breaking those shadows apart was a frightening prospect. The riders would lose all ability to ride the shadows and the departing non-Ferraro partner would lose all memory of the family and what they did.

No way, you wild man. You aren't Tarzan. I don't like heights. Put me down." "Close your eyes. Who is Tarzan? Not another male, I hope.

She needed to be somewhere desperately, but she didn't know where. Listening didn't help. With her acute hearing, she would have heard if any person or creature was hurt or in trouble. Shea sniffed the night air. She would probably get lost and be caught out in the open and the sun would fry her. She would deserve it for this stupidity.

She couldn't look at Jacques, who had somehow made his large body thin and weird looking. Carpathians were capable of doing things she didn't want to think about.

Where is your home?" "It isn't far. We can walk there easily," Alexander said, hope stirring. "What are you going to do with her?" Monique demanded suddenly. Mikhail's expression softened, became loving, even tender, as he looked down into Raven's face. "There is no need to fear for her. She is my life.

I'm hearing something. Tell me you are not taking me into a cave full of bats. Say it right now, Jacques, or I'm out of here. I am not taking you into cave filled with bats.

I wanted to wait to have a baby. But Mikhail has been noticing differences in Gregori, and we both knew he needed some hope to continue. It worries me, though, because I still have such a hard time fitting into their world." Shea crossed the room and sat on the bed beside Raven's chair. She could hear the fear in the woman's voice, and something in her instantly responded. "At least there are two of us now. We can gang up on them.

You are safe with me, Teagan, he said. Safer than you have ever been in your life. When you are frightened, look to me. -Andre

She didn't want to go up to him and find him dead. She'd found enough dead people, their bodies soaking in bright red blood. Who knew there was do much blood in the human body? Or that it could be so sticky and get everywhere?

It would not be Mikhail, whose sense of justice and fair play would be his downfall, but the dark one. Gregori --the most feared of all Carpathians.

meet his gaze. "I choose to believe you, Ricco. That you love me and that you're certain I am the one for you. I choose to believe you will always feel that way. Love doesn't seem to work out for so many people, and I'm scared. I'm not going to pretend I'm not, but I don't know what's good or bad in a relationship. I'm going on faith and you're the person I choose to have faith in.

What did she think? That a man like Vittorio Ferraro was playing an elaborate hoax on her? That was absurd. She just knew she knew she couldn't take rejection from him, so it was easier to leap on the first legitimate excuse to run. Her jumbled fears weren't making any sense.

She didn't want to go up to him and find him dead. She'd found enough dead people, their bodies soaking in bright red blood. Who knew there was so much blood in the human body? Or that it could be so sticky and get everywhere?

What do you think of Raven?" "I thought we had to be quiet." Shea was looking in every direction for bats. "The bats know we are here, Shea, but there is no need to fear them. I will keep them away from you." He spoke calmly as if it was an everyday occurrence to control the movements of bats.

The taste of terror was in his mouth. The horrifying emotion beat at his heart, and invaded his lungs so that his breath was trapped there. You are all right. Take a breath. He could barely get the words out. Marguarita shook her head, never taking her gaze from his I am not afraid of you, Zacarias. I fear letting you down, but never that you will harm me. Her eyes never wavered, locked on his, forcing the truth into his mind. He feared losing her. He feared turning vampire. He - feared.

How do you know you're not a vampire?" She needed to distract him, distract both of them. "Maybe you forgot. You're certainly capable of acting like one." This time he laughed, startling both of them. The sound was husky, low, and foreign to his ears, as if he had forgotten what it was like. His black eyes leapt to her face almost in fear. "Not bad, wild man. First a growl, and now a laugh. We're making progress.