Anxious Hearts Novels & Stories

I walk away with my beating heart and angry mind. ************* I sip my coffee silently and I watch the bubbling city of people, everyone making their way home, traffic lights and honking horns. “Why are you becoming soft?” My mother's voice replayed in my head, I wasn't becoming soft, I was stressed out, I've been nothing but work and work and work for the past six months and nothing, nothing would ever satisfy my mother. A knock draws out my thoughts, “who's there?” I walk to the door and peek through the hole and see Dexter, I open the door, “Dexter?”

A life is at stake here! His words left me dumbfounded and hurting, like I had my heart gouged out too. I held Stan's photo tightly against myself, but no matter how hard I gripped it, it wasn't filling the hole in my chest. "A life is at stake?" I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!"

Things were like that. "Well... all the things I've heard about you agree on the women," I inserted the key into the lock. My parents were already home, and they had left the mailbox open. "Apparently you prefer to sleep with girls you're sure won't get attached to you," I turned the key, and raised my other hand to caress his chin with my nails. It was sharp, and tense. He had his eyes locked on mine, and I wished I could read his thoughts at that moment. "Does Jax Jones fear relationships?"

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More like an angry howl than a word, Christian's voice cracked. As Adrian lost it, I felt a surge of anxiety and concern, my heart racing with anticipation, as my brain rattled in worried thoughts and tentative attempts at how to calm him. I pleaded, via my eyes, for Adrian to compose himself and set his own heart at peace before slipping on a ball of flame.

The rain was falling heavily as the weather had worn a cover of havoc. Aniya started feeling uneasy with every growing second. She felt a sudden kind of terror building up inside her heart. A knot in the pit of her stomach. She placed her palm over her chest and felt her heart was throbbing against her palm. Her nerves were running aggressively. Her anxiety was kicking in and she knew exactly why all of this was happening.

I responded in haste praying earnestly that my instincts were wrong, "what's happening? You've been calling for hours?" I asked, as I listened patiently the sound from the throbbing of my heartbeat grew louder, as the possibility of that call filled me with both fear and worry, my anxiety was getting the best of me and I was getting impatient waiting for what I had dreaded the most, "It's your wife," the three words dropped in my heart like a bombshell about to explode as he responded, I tried to calm my already racing heart holding a glimpse of hope,

he announces. Anxiety ripples through me as my heart begins to beat erratically against my chest. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Does he know? I panic.

"Are you here? Are you safe?" Silence greeted his call, amplifying his anxiety. A flicker of movement caught his attention, and Silence greets my call, amplifying my anxiety. A flicker of movement catches my attention, and I rush towards it, my heart pounding in my ears. As I rush towards the flicker of movement in the dimly lit room, my heart pounds in my chest, each beat resounding with a mixture of relief and concern. The silence that follows my call for Scarlett intensifies my anxiety, fueling my need to find her.

I can make out the band's sound downstairs and the distant murmur of a hundred voices. I'm anxious. It comes like a storm in my brain that, quite honestly, is painful. It's different from a headache, and it feels the same as intense sorrow, perhaps as a sort of frozen panic with nowhere to go. When I am anxious, what I am doing matters, and I need to get it right. Yet, that is also the motivation I need to conquer it and move onwards at a good pace.