Anxious Hearts Novels & Stories

The question she was dreading from the time he called her today. Isabella felt her heart skip a beat as Adam's unexpected question pierced the air, its impact reverberating within her like a tidal wave crashing against her fragile emotional shores. Dread had been building steadily within her since the moment his call had come through, and now, the inevitable inquiry hung heavily in the air, threatening to unravel the delicate equilibrium she had carefully maintained.

“What are you afraid of?” “My heart is pounding. I feel so anxious. Stop focusing on the flowers and talk to me.” She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her heartbeat race violently. Uncle Shawn turned to her, his voice warm but puzzled. “What is wrong with you today? You are acting so strange.”

Not dwelling too much on it, I move to the door and walk out so he won’t see the few tears that are planning to escape. >><< Walking around this neighborhood never really gets easy. All the houses are mostly large, obnoxious buildings owned by even more obnoxious people. The few houses that aren’t as large as the others have perfectly manicured lawns and white picket fences. The buildings are strategically arranged and I’m pretty sure if you looked at the map of this neighborhood, you’d see perfect squares and other symmetrical shapes. However, there are turns everywhere. Some short, some long. Some abrupt and it makes navigating feel like you’re walking through a maze of perfect buildings.

The rush of blood sears my veins. My throat tightens under the suffocating weight of anxiety, and I summon every ounce of willpower to steady my breathing even as a fierce ache threatens to consume me whole. My heart pounds frantically, a relentless drumbeat of fear that makes me question if this agony is destined to haunt me forevermore. The cruel ministrations of Saint have pushed me to the brink of what I can bear, stretching the very limits of my endurance.

The older stared at me for a long time, i felt anxious. "Am i being Melodramatic?" I asked softly. "No dear, you are troubled, you are very troubled Aurora. When you have a feeling that something bad is coming, when things have been good for too long, it's hard not to be anxious. The anticipation of the unknown can make you feel vulnerable and exposed, like you're standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the ground to crumble beneath your feet. You try to shake the feeling off, to convince yourself that it's just your imagination, but the unease lingers.

A wave of electrifying current he sends through for all to engage with. Mothers carry their shrieking pups instructing them to quieten to stop playing for something is about to happen. My heart has not stopped pounding, I feel all that he feels. His anxiety, his fear, his nervousness. It is a feeling caged in the pit of my stomach and it brings a vile taste to my mouth, an unstoppable gag leaves my lips. He feels unwell.

| saw worry on her face. "Can | tell you something that you can never tell anyone?" | nodded. "Yeah, of course." She sighed again and ran her hands down her face. "Back in California, | was in some really bad trouble with this group called the Silents. They don't sound intimidating but trust me, they scared the shit out of everyone." | heard her voice shake. "Anyways, | owed them a lot of money and | kept telling them that | would get it back to them, but soon enough they were going to find out that | didn't have their money and they were gonna kill me."

He knows that what he feels for Kalyx is more than just a simple crush; more than just a simple like. That's why his tears just kept on flowing. That's why he can't breathe properly. That's why he's mad and scared at the same time. And it's all because of Kalyx's departure. He kissed Kalyx's picture and placed it over his heart. "I love you, Kalyx. Be careful where you're going. Take care of yourself. Even though you don't know it, you're always in my prayers." After saying that, he closed his eyes.

I wasn’t sure why my heart leaped, but it was not because I was scared or worried. Lord Greco? He was tied to a box of shipment, making me guess that it was in his warehouse. He only had his robe on, and his head sagged low on his bare shoulders, which could not hold on to the sleeves of the robe anymore. I looked back at Parker, and that was when I saw the tirade of expressions playing on his face like a disco ball. Annoyance, worry, vengeance, and anxiety. I stared back at the pictures and wondered why I wasn’t feeling all the things he was feeling.

And more importantly, what else was he concealing about her father? She hung up, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger and anticipation. Vincent’s words replayed in her mind— “You never know who might be watching”—the veiled threat wasn’t lost on her. Her gaze fell to the scar below her collarbone, which burned faintly, as if reminding her of the cost of misplaced trust. If Vincent had betrayed her… if he had used her father, twisted him into something unrecognizable, she wouldn’t hesitate to end him. No matter what they’d shared.