Anxious People Novels & Stories

Dark circles, disheveled hair, and wrinkled clothes; it was my first time seeing either of them like so unkept. Damian, Ember and Caleb stayed down, walking over to the seats that were against the wall at ground level. All of them exuded anger. Councilor Morel and Councilor Dommik broke off to speak with the other Councilors. I turned back to everyone and realized they all were watching me. “What?” “It will be fine, Winter.” Chuckling, I nodded. “I know. This whole thing just gives me anxiety. I want it to be over so I can go back home and pick out which paint I want to do the master bedroom.”

I closed my eyes for a second. Then opened them again. “Casualties?” “Confirmed deaths. Unknown numbers of survivors.” I nodded once. No emotion. No reaction. Because if I allowed myself to feel every report, I would not leave this room alive in any sense that mattered. One of the council members spoke carefully. “My King… the people are growing anxious.” “I am aware,” I said. “They need reassurance,” another added. “Rumors are spreading that the kingdom is unstable.” Garvin frowned slightly. “Because it is.”

I strain to make out the voice of the one who owns me. But the inflections are wrong. The pitches are off. I don’t recognize anyone. My anxiety increases exponentially. My heart races and I’m fighting to keep my fear hidden. It was HIS handwriting, I repeat in my head. I know better than to say anything. Unless asked a question or given permission to speak freely, I must remain quiet. But my curiosity and fear are welling up. Who are these people? How many are there? What are their plans? Where are you?

It didn't reach her eyes and Martha didn't look the least bit convinced. "I know something's bothering you. you can tell me" Martha said softly. Annah twisted her fingers nervously. Her son had returned back to painting again so he seemed a bit occupied. "I think I've been dealing with anxiety for sometime now, since the shooting incident. I'm just so afraid that something might go wrong. With Connor and I getting married and all. I just have the feeling at the back of my head that something will definitely go wrong" Annah said, her eyes stinging with tears.

But even as I was filled with indignation, there was a more pressing concern that weighed heavily on my mind: the hunger that had grown in the bellies of our people, the desperate plight of those who struggled to find enough food to sustain themselves. The attack on the people had made them stop doing business for fear of the beast. I sighed as I turned towards the elders. As if sensing my thoughts, one of the Elders spoke up, his voice filled with concern. "The situation is tough, and it grows dire, Ava," he said, his gaze troubled. "With each passing day, more and more of our people go hungry. We cannot afford to ignore their plight any longer," he continued. I nodded in agreement and this

“I’ve never seen so much stuff packed for two men.” He growls as he starts pulling our things from the back and tossing them onto the pavement in front of the apartment building. “Get out!” He yells as he passes by the door. I can’t hold back and yelp in response to his growing impatience. “Come on Cole, we need to get out.” Jamie states firmly with a hint of nervousness. “What’s going on with them?” The second voice speaks again. “The one that has anxiety issues is claiming they shouldn’t be here. The situation was explained to them before they got in.”

In that instant, Joshua emerged from Damian's room, interrupting my thoughts. His countenance etched with the unmistakable burden of unease and anxiety. The weight of uncertainty bore down on my heart, its presence becoming an oppressive force, squeezing with an agonizing grip that threatened to suffocate me. Jonathan, unable to contain his own sense of urgency, wasted no time in voicing his concerns. "What's the matter with him?" he demanded, his voice heavy with an observable worry that reverberated through the air. Joshua’s face, now marked by deep lines of anxiety, cast his gaze from me to his twin, a silent exchange of shared concern.

The sound of scuffling feet, shouted commands, and the vibration of punches filled the air. "Mommy, what's happening? Why are those people fighting?" Daniel asked, his voice trembling with fear. Abigail, her motherly instinct urging her to protect her children, tightly grasped their hands and replied, her voice filled with urgency, "We need to get home quickly, my loves. Stay close to me, and don't let go of my hand." As they tried to make their way through the chaos, they were met with a sea of panicked individuals. People were running in every direction, their faces etched with terror. Helter-skelter, they scattered, desperately seeking help.

I don’t want pity. In an attempt to quell my rising anxiety, I toss back another bourbon, feeling its fiery burn as it snakes down my throat and settles uncomfortably in my churning stomach. Restlessness consumes both my wolf and my demon, their unease mirroring my own. We need to know that she is safe and the fact Jamal is missing … I don’t think it’s a coincidence. I run a hand through my hair, trying to steady my racing heart, but an ominous sense of foreboding lingers in the air.

I say, dropping my arms and taking a step closer to them, “Don’t leave me out. I hate it.” “Well… it’s about our people. They don’t like us and they’re starting to riot and stuff,” Cain says and I gasp in horror. Riots? In a pack of mine? There is no way, “But we’ll fix it somehow, don’t worry. We got it handled.”