Am I Overthinking This Book Novels & Stories

I let out a small breath, rubbing my temple as I pace, again, because pacing has apparently become my entire personality now. “I’m overthinking this,” I mutter. I have to be. Because what are the odds? Really? I mean, I’m not some breathtaking, untouchable beauty that inspires obsession at first glance. I’m just… me. Awkward, quiet, always stuck in my own head. But then…… That doesn’t mean I’m wrong either. And that’s the part that keeps pulling me back in. Because it could go both ways. Either I’m losing it…Or I’m not.

“Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ” He shrugged, flipping another page. “I keep telling you not to judge me with your assumptions.” “I'm sorry if my assumptions don't fit your personality,” I said, taking the seat across from him. “Why this book?” I asked, stealing the opportunity to know what the real Kael is like. “I like books that… make me think. And this one does.” “Think about what?” I asked, hoping my curiosity wasn't obvious. “Is this some sort of interview?” he asked, placing the book on the table without closing it.

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 I was reading a book when I realized I hadn’t understood a single line. The book remained open on my lap. My eyes moved across the words, line after line, but nothing made sense. It was as if I was only passing over them… without truly absorbing anything. I let out a soft sigh. I turned the page anyway. Automatic. The room was silent.

“She didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t judge a book by its cover.” That was always my problem. I thought too much. I read too deeply into things that probably meant nothing. Even so, the uneasy feeling lingered in my chest as I turned and walked down the hallway, repeating the same words to myself, despite my instincts quietly screaming at me to stay alert when I was with her. When I reached Apollo’s floor, that familiar feeling hit me almost instantly. I walked toward my desk outside his office, set my bag down, and glanced around. Without realizing it, I smiled.

Just go in there and talk to mate! I laugh to myself. Aria is right of course. I’m overthinking too many things and I need to stop. I have always been an overthinker and it can make life difficult. I take a deep breath and let it out while twisting the doorknob that is in my hand. ~Cory~

I scoff at the thought of it. So he did keep the book and the picture after all these years. It is all worn out so he definitely has been reading it quite a lot. Oh wow. The more I think, the more confised about everything I get. Does this mean I have been on his mind a lot ever since then? No. That can’t be possible. But then again what if it is? Now I am in his house. There is nothing I can do about it right now. I shake my head to dispell the thoughts out. I know I should not be thinking of him in that way now, I am in mourning maybe that is what is really clouding my judgement here.

I know deep inside me, I was still unconscious of what was happening. My mind is still a mess, there are things I'm trying to fix and questions I'm trying to find answers to. Until now I still can't read the book. Something seems to be preventing me from doing that. Add Braeden's actions, I know I shouldn't have trusted him. I couldn't read his mind. He's so dangerous to be with, but maybe I was really born as a stubborn girl. I can't help it, I always wanted to be part of his plan, of what he was doing.

There were many sightings of her but still, no proof of that till date. ''How is this even possible?'' I murmured. I badly wanted to talk to someone about this book. I just couldn't keep all of this information to myself. I needed to know if someone had already read this and found it to be true, I needed to talk to someone. The very idea of this book sounded too good to be true. ''Has someone found this book before me?'' That was another thing I needed to know. If they had, what did they think about it? What was their initial thought towards it?

“What do you think about this?” Nico took the book and glanced through it, trying not to think about the electric jolts that had bolted up his spine at the brush of their fingers. He flipped through the book, his eyes taking in the words on the pages. “A reincarnation trope?” he asked, squinting his brows. “Mmhm.” “So why’s it so lackluster? I know I’m only skimming but I haven’t caught a single glimpse of anything interesting or attention-worthy in these pages.” Nico glanced up at Theo, a genuine confusion on his face. “Is this normal?”

"Amy!" someone shouted, after the door burst open and the sound of wood impacting the loud wall startled me. "Good grief," I turned around, after throwing all my books on the floor, why my hands were more concerned about protecting me from the crazy person who came like a deranged person into the room, "Lucas Fowler, damn it, you scared me half to death!"I complained angrily to my friend, who came in surprise to the place where I was; I slipped into an empty room to organize my books, since I had just been able to buy them when the bank released the money that I had stupidly established to buy my supplies for the next semester.