Anxious People Novels & Stories

She could see rich, old, and dangerous-looking men arriving and leaving, but none of them came closer, so she was grateful. Anxiety was seeping through her bones. She was scared that Jacob would start shooting anyone any time soon. “Relax, you've been trembling,” Jackson told her and she swallowed. “How long do we have to stay here?” Her voice trembled as she asked. Jackson shrugged and raised his head to look at his brother, who was talking to some of his men. “Once Jacob is done.” Anna followed his gaze. Jacob had his back on them as he talked to a group of people, some of them had rugged faces, but most of them looked bloody dangerous and Anna couldn’t help but gasp in panic.

“They say it’s witches. Old magic, come back to punish us. Or maybe the earth herself is angry.” Everywhere, the fear is growing. It moves through the packhouse like smoke, settling in the rafters, in the shadows behind every joke and jibe. People glance south more often, check the border twice, then three times before nightfall. I find myself in the study after dark, trying to look busy with reports, though my mind is only half on the numbers. Shadows flicker on the wall. Anxiety crackles beneath my skin, all the questions I can’t ask out loud.

*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.

I sighed. "What?" the members sounded shocked while looking at each other. "Very soon there will be a war coming upon us!" "WHOAH!" THE PEOPLE PANICKED. To Be Continued.

She couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that clung to her like a witch’s cloak, the sense that something was about to go horribly wrong hovered over her like a curse. As the car pulled out onto the busy streets, Kayla’s anxiety only grew with each passing moment. She glanced out the window, her heart pounding in her chest as the towering buildings of the city loomed over her. it was annoying. why was she anxious? was she afraid that Henri was not lying? or afraid that he really had no ulterior motive except looking out for her?

As we approached the group of people eagerly calling my name, a sense of unease washed over me, causing my stomach to tighten. The crowd seemed to blur together, and I strained to find a familiar face or any hint of recognition. My heart pounded in my chest, and a wave of anxiety threatened to engulf me entirely. "Hey, Amelia! Join us for lunch!" one of them exclaimed, motioning towards an empty seat with an inviting smile.

She turned to Maya’s father, looking at him in the eyes. “I could overhear the police officer saying it will be a bit difficult for them to get those people or something. Don’t agree with them, they have to do their job and get those people. What of if something terrible happened for Vivian, is this the rubbish they would be saying?” She uttered with anger showed all over her. “Look at Vivian over there, she is emotionally downed. The anxiety they gave her is still in her body. Beacuse something dropped in the kitchen, Vivian had got scared. It’s terrible to experience or see what you have never seen or experience before in your life”

Bree chimed in. "Kendra no one here is scared of him. Besides, the cops are searching for him, and when we get back I am sure they will have someone watching the house." I knew she was right. I really loved all of them so much right now. They made me feel safe and secure, which is all I wanted. I nodded and then Audrey changed the subject. We all sat talking and enjoyed our lunch then headed back out to the hill.

“Which means people disappear without anyone asking why.” That got his attention. “You think they’ll come for you?” “I think they already have,” I said. “They’re just deciding how.” I told him about the call and the eyes that preyed on me all day. The anxiety, the nausea. All of it. Drake whistled low. “That’s not internal politics, it's damage control.” “Exactly.” He watched me carefully. “You’re not backing down.” I shook my head “No.” “And you’re not going public either.”

I look back and forth between Lucien and Jax, trying to understand what is going on. Neither of them says a word. They remain silent, as if they are not ready to start the conversation yet. That only makes me more nervous. Because from my experience, when people keep avoiding a discussion and refuse to speak immediately, it usually means that something unpleasant is about to happen. Anxious thoughts begin filling my mind. I grip the edge of the couch tightly, my fingers curling around the fabric as I struggle to stay calm. My eyes move between the two men once more. “What is happening here?” I ask, unable to hold back my concern any longer.