Book Anxious People Novels & Stories

“It’s been two months since we met. You’re an amazing boss, an amazing person but you’ve had that look since the first time I saw you.” “What look?” She sighs “I don’t want to overstep but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.” I don’t know what to tell her so I just nod. “Thanks, I’ll be leaving soon.” “Alright, we’ll lock up.” **** I grab a book from the shelf and read the title. ‘The Psychopath’s internal wiring’ I walk over to a seat in the corner and I start to read. A gentle hand taps me, jerking me awake.

Brothers C H A P T E R 8 R H Y K E R "I'm fucking bored!" Roman groaned in annoyance as I read the last chapter of my book, it's about the human brain and its behaviours. This book describes a lot about experiments on human beings, treating them as if they were guinea pigs. "Dude, what the fuck are you reading?" Roman asked me like someone who is always annoying, and I sighed deeply, throwing the book away at the wall, making him jump out of fright.

Patients with anxiety disorders often reacted just like this—startled by noise, easily frightened, and haunted by memories. Even so, through all this, Adrian had never breathed a word to me.

ANDREW POV I swear my heart is going to explode from anxiety as I look around the room of silent adults. My words sitting in the air between us for what seems like an eternity as they register my confession. Theo’s hand hasn’t left mine, sending me a subtle squeeze of support and encouragement.

A safe zone, or so I thought. We slid into a booth by the window. A tired-looking waitress dropped two laminated menus and shuffled away. Jax didn’t even look at his. He just leaned back, stretching his arm along the top of the booth, and watched me as I pretended to be deeply interested in the selection of milkshakes. “So,” he said, a slow, familiar smirk playing on his lips. “Social anxiety, huh?” I kept my eyes glued to the menu. “It’s a documented condition.”

Byron came home earlier than usual, and panic shot through me like electricity. I rushed to the bathroom to clean up. Perfume sprayed, dress changed, hair smoothed—anything to calm the anxiety bubbling inside me. “God, I’m pathetic.” My heart scrambled like a terrified housewife in some lousy sitcom. I didn’t invite Alex over. He came on his own. Sitting on the bed, I grabbed a book and pretended to read, flipping pages I couldn’t see. Who was I fooling? Byron would walk in, take one look at me, and know something was off.

She clutched the book tightly, attempting to distract herself, but the weight of the past hung heavily in the air. The once peaceful sanctuary now felt like a fragile haven, and the awareness that Alex might be nearby intensified her anxiety. With each passing moment, Kaia grappled with the rising panic, uncertain of how to shield herself from the looming threat of her past. As her anxiety heightened, a chilling realization struck her – the footsteps outside were not a product of her imagination. Each approaching footfall echoed like an ominous drumbeat, amplifying the fear that gripped her. Her breath caught in her throat, and the book slipped from her hands, hitting the floor with a muted

"This is for acting like I'm a stranger in class." Fourth book. Organizational Behavior. I slam it down. "And this is for being so fucking hot and knowing it." I zip the suitcase. My hands are shaking. I take a breath. James is waiting. The clinic is waiting. Alexander is waiting. I grab my bag. Head for the door. Let's get this over with.

Alpha Cohen has been continuously feeling giddy for quite a while now, but he has been trying to dismiss the negative thoughts and morbid scenes playing in his mind, even though that is so hard to do. Something just doesn't feel right for him, but he can't really pinpoint where his anxiousness is coming from.

Caleb is driving somewhere fast. From the outside, he looks very anxious. He keeps on wiping the sweat from his forehead. He looks in a hurry. His car speed is over 130km/ hour. He is hoping he isn't stopped by the police. He can't waste time. He wants to get there before it is too late. He doesn’t remember the last time he was this anxious. He was in a very important meeting when he saw the text. He got up and left the meeting without saying a single word. He doesn’t care right now about anything else. He just wants to get there.