Anxious Hearts Novels & Stories

I woke up early, but the feeling in my chest was strange, as if it were my first day of work all over again. I don’t know why, but anxiety took over me, and I didn’t want to waste any time. I got out of bed and, without a second thought, started getting ready quickly, even skipping breakfast. I was determined not to be late; I knew the day would be packed.

Anna paced around the large expansive hotel room with anxiety and unrest in her heart, as her hand scratched roughly through her hair tiredly and frustratedly. Her eyes darted around the room looking around for some kind of escape from the overwhelming anxiety that was coursing through her veins. With each passing moment, her pupils dilated as it reflected fear and uncertainty that swirled within her, as more anxiety clawed at her heart, and pushed the weight of some kind of sadness into her chest. Her heart was caught up in different kinds of emotions: anger, guilt, and anxiety.

♡ Alfred ♡ "If we can have the Sanders stay at our hotel for the weekend, it might have a good impact on our sales in the hotel." I sighed, tapping my feet on the floor. "Is there any information on where they'll be staying?" "None, I'm aware of," April replied. "You should know these things! It's your job!" I snapped, turning around to glare at her. She lowered her head, avoiding my gaze. "I'm sorry, sir,"

" I frowned at her while she shook her head in fear. "No sir, she is not feeling quite well so she won't be able to report today." She dropped the bombshell the same time my heart skipped a bit. "What the hell happened to her?" I hollered with eyes as wide as a saucepan. "She is suffering from a heart disease." She knotted her hands together. "What the hell are you talking about?" I slammed my fist on her table, making her panic. "Her boyfriend broke her heart so she is mentally unstable and she is nursing her heartache." She looked at the floor, fear evidently written on her.

*David* The anxiety gnawed at me, a relentless beast that refused to be tamed. I paced the length of my penthouse, clutching my phone as if it were a lifeline. Grace hadn't responded to any of my messages or calls since our last conversation, and Sarah had shut me out too. Their silence was deafening, leaving me with a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach.

Third Person Dread coiled around Xander's heart like a tightening vice as the urgent howls of his patrol guards echoed through the pack link, shattering the tranquility of the Red Moon Pack's late morning. The familiar rhythm of his heart quickened, anxiety clawing at the edges of his consciousness. It was a sensation he couldn't shake, fueled by the haunting premonitions that lingered from a dream—a dream that foretold a grim fate at the hands of rogue assailants.

The apprehension of potential rejection, the haunting specter of her disdain, it all coalesced into a tempest of unease that threatened to engulf my resolve. My heart, that once steady metronome of life, now seemed determined to free itself from the confines of my chest, racing with an intensity that echoed the galloping hooves of a stallion in flight. Each beat reverberated through my entire being, a relentless reminder of the stakes at play.

My heart's slamming against my ribs mercilessly and my breaths are shallow from all the anxiety and fear I'm experiencing. God, where's Roman? How far is this going to go? What will he do to me? Tears make my vision blurry and then they roll down my face, burning like acid. Garith's phone starts ringing, and he answers it with a casualness that makes me sick to my stomach. "Hello, Angus," he says. In the same moment, I start screaming for help loudly, hoping that whoever is on the other end of the line is a better person than Garith Lowett.