Paranoid Novels & Stories

He chuckled lightly and went away. “What was that?” Nora crossed her arms over her chest. “Nothing.” Penelope dragged herself towards her workstation. “I was just…” she closed her eyes in embarrassment. “You were distracted by his hair again, weren’t you?” Nora sighed. She covered her face. “You are actually very dumb. Just like a white person.” She said and put on her headphones. “We both are white.” She scrunched her nose. “Yeah, but you are the dumb one.” She rolled her eyes. “I know.” She covered her face again. ***

The question came out strangled. “Now why would I tell you that? The paranoia of not knowing is much more entertaining. Is it someone at your company? Someone in your personal life? Someone in your family?” Robert’s smile was triumphant. “Every person you trust is now a suspect. Every conversation you have could be reported back to me. How’s that for psychological warfare?” I wanted to hit him. My hands were clenched into fists, my entire body vibrating with the need to make him hurt the way he’d been hurting me and Zara.

Before things could escalate, Tiodor explained that he wanted to talk to her. “We’re going out, and I need you to behave,” he informed her. The young woman didn’t object, holding on to the hope that she might find a way to contact someone who could help her. When it was time to leave, Libia got into the car, feeling a wave of paranoia. Going outside didn’t feel the same as before; she had gotten used to that house. She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly. “Everything okay?” Lison demanded. “I feel strange,” she replied, her voice shaky.

"It's not that I am unwilling to join the Army, it's just not my place. I still have a mission to accomplish before i do anything else. And if i join, those fellow soldiers will just be killed by me on the battlefield. You get what i mean Santini?" It's true. Once this mad psycho kills one person, he'll just kill everyone around him, allies or not. "You have a point.." "The government doesn't know that my problem is that serious. So they just keep pressuring me." "Why not just tell them the reason?" "No. They'll send me to the psychiatry and have me confined. That'll be the last place in the universe I'll be in." Next day, Carmen suddenly wasn't feeling well. And she fainted in Brian's arms.

Gunnar asks in a scary voice that makes me visibly cringe. "I'm an assassin, Gunnar. My job is to have ears everywhere. And right now, the entire western hemisphere is buzzing with talk of war. A war that just so happens to be coming due to human auctioning. Apparently, some very powerful humans have discovered the supernatural black market. Many packs are siding with the upset humans. They want human flesh NOT to be sold. They say packs who purchase humans are stuck in time and are barbaric. The packs siding with the sells are, of course, saying it is time to end the facade that humans have any say," Hilda explains as her eyes flash to me.

Making everyone scream in hysterics instantly. The music suddenly stopped. Replaced with uncontrollable chaos and screaming. Jack stopped his guitar playing. He came to the front of the stage and smiled horribly. Jack took out a knife from the pocket he had prepared earlier. He slit his own throat until blood gushed from his neck with an expressionless face.

“Theres a painting of a blue eyed lady with flowers on her head. She looked… oddly familiar. Like I’d seen her before. But I swear I haven’t. Rowan said she was his aunt.” My heart thudded once, and it was heavy. “Elara…” I adjusted my tone, as I tried to stay professorly calm. “Psychology says when anxiety builds, paranoia follows. Sometimes the brain fabricates familiarity to redirect the tension. You’re overthinking.” She shook her head. “That’s not all.” The dread pooled deeper. “…What else?”

He notices my odd behavior and inquires. “What’s wrong?” he asks “Nothing, it’s just earlier I had something weird happen, I could have been attacked. A very handsome man who looked Italian but very pale stalked me at the restaurant I was in. I feel like if my Uber hadn’t of shown up, I wouldn’t have made it to the club to meet you. I guess I am just being paranoid. I feel watched right now.” I told him. His face instantly became pissed off at what I just told him.

The lines between her brows were especially deep and that was clearly from her habit of frowning and glaring. Her looks aside, Brenda had an air about her that made me feel uncomfortable. She felt restless and seemed anxious almost all the time. It was as if she was waiting for something bad to happen or for someone to turn up. If I had to describe her in one word, the word I would select would be paranoia. Her hands fidgeted on her lap and her eyes often darted all around the room. Just looking at her made me feel like she was a time bomb that was ready to explode at every moment.

So, was Delbert having a relapse of his paranoia? "Do you regret it?" Seeing her confused face, Delbert suddenly leaned in, his eyes cold and dark, clearly obsessive to the extreme. "But it's too late. Once these chains are on you, don't even dream about taking them off!" Delbert's handsome, cold face gradually turned fierce; his voice carried a hint of ferocity and cruelty, chilling to the bone. "From now on, you shall be my caged bird. You know, I'm that kind of man: paranoid and extremely possessive!"