Romans & histoires Anxious People

“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.

"When people are anxious, they sometimes unconsciously do things that aren't entirely appropriate. Ms. Sophia Darvin was probably just desperate to save you at the time." My head turned instinctively, senses sharpening as I searched for the speaker. But there were too many people, faces packed together like a restless herd. I scanned the crowd, but the voice vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Another person spoke up. "And from what she's saying, your parents do sound pitiful. The Darvin Group is struggling, and you cut ties with them. Now the two of you keep getting dragged into scandals. That can't be easy for anyone." Voices piled on top of voices, one after another.

“You’ve got grit, I think we all appreciate that.” Ansel glared at Myers. “I won’t back down to the low-lifes who are crying because I’ve destroyed their illegal gambling ring.” He paused to breathe. “So, did we hit on all your made-up controversies yet?” The tiniest amount of anxiety entered Myers’ eyes. “Indeed, but don’t you think it’s fair to reiterate that fact to the werewolf community,” Myers persisted. “Some may find this concerning.” Ansel shifted again in his seat. He wanted to loosen his tie, which was beginning to feel noose-like as he continued to struggle for enough oxygen.

As the days pass by, and my clock counts down, my anxiety just increases. I find myself staring out the windows, wondering where my people are now. What they must think of me. I feel like I’m abandoning them. A terrible sense of shame hits me periodically as I think about how I didn’t go with them. How I responded when I met them and the resistance I felt about leading them.

Raina said in a shaking voice. “You are right… maybe we are really in trouble.” The people gossiped as they waited apprehensively for their boss to return...

One filled with pride. “He is also the reason these people are suffering. Look around you! Poverty is running rampant within this pack! People don’t have food. The housing problem is at an all time high. You work unreasonable hours for little pay. This is not life!” I screamed above the masses again. The murmurs grew into full conversations. Heads turned towards each other.

Hani, as they could pose a risk to her well-being. Upon hearing the distressing news, Ansel felt incredibly guilty about his mother. He incessantly blamed himself and tormented his conscience, believing that his actions had contributed to his mother's stress and excessive agitation. Ansel's dejected and anxious appearance evoked a profound sense of sympathy. In reality, Mrs. Hani was unharmed. Ansel was unaware that the doctor had colluded with Mrs. Hani and deceived him.

he said, and I sighed. "For our sake, I hope wolves aren't involved. We can't afford a war with the human government right now. Our world is in shambles. We are yet to recover from Simone and my uncle's mess. It won't be good Marcus, and I know Gwen knows, and that is why she is scared." I said, and he was silent. He put back the sandwich in the basket. I too did not have an appetite anymore. We sat down and waited for the people we called to arrive.