Book Anxious People Novels & Stories

Sam It’s almost terrifying to watch Theo on the edge of a breakdown. When his anxiety is through the roof and he’s focusing all his energy on something, he’s an unstoppable force. His hair is falling around his face, wild and uncombed, just the way I prefer it. His movements are frantic as he is flipping through his books. I don’t know how he has the concentration to switch between books so quickly.

Anxiety reared its ugly head. Where is El?

I feel my hands immediately tingle and my heart race until I reach up and align the spoon again, like it's the ticket to soothing my anxiety and expanding the walls again in the restaurant. "Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I noticed this when you anxiously aligned the photo frame on your desk back in your office in L.A. when I accidentally moved it a bit, and how you anxiously aligned the seatbelts so they weren't folded over in the limo to the Opera, and also how you, again, anxiously aligned the magazines on the plane ride here when we hit a bit of turbulence. And let's not forget about how you refused to have your "clothes touching" when you got to my mother's house. It's like when somethi

I laughed as the elevator door opened before I entered and pressed for the ground floor as I watched her approach. The elevator door closed before she could get to me and I could hear her curse before it moved down. I really needed to burn the anxiety, but I didn’t know I was toeing on Jade’s pet peeve, which was to sigh and be silent about the cause. Since her new best-selling author suffered from social anxiety; an omega like me, and she didn’t want to make her first public appearance. The elevator bell rang, and I blinked before I walked out, but when I saw someone, I never expected to see around this building.

I need to process and just have a minute to breathe. I turn the books the right way up and try to slide them back into the shelves silently when the title of the first catches my eye and stops me pushing it in. It’s a psychology textbook about his personality condition and I impulsively tip it sideways to let the pages flip open for a quick nosey. That part of me that is eager to know more about what it means in terms of him as a person kicking in. I scan the words eagerly, desperate for more insight.

“No, no, no…” Alan crossed the room instantly, gripping my shoulders carefully. “Listen to me.” I couldn’t focus. All I could hear was my heartbeat. All I could think about was innocent people inside that hospital. Mothers. Children. Families. “This is psychological pressure,” Alan said firmly. “They want panic.” “But what if it’s real?” His silence destroyed me. Because Alan never stayed silent unless there was a possibility. Kai spoke quietly from behind him. “We already contacted security teams. Police too.”

His betrayal had affected how I handled relationships or the lack of relationships over the years. Once the presentation was over and I had taken my notes, I wanted to get out of this room. It was getting hot in here and I was starting to feel very anxious. I had forgotten to pick up my anxiety medicine before I walked out of the house this morning. I had to find a quiet space that I could get calmed down before I even tried talking to anyone at this point. I excused myself as the board members were chatting amongst themselves.

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I speak my mind loud and clear in confidence. “Speak up,” the devil behind the desk commands, voice as smooth as silk. Oh, great. Apparently, I wasn’t as confident as I thought. Is it so wrong for a man to mumble? “Speak clearly so I can understand you,” he repeats, those lilac eyes pinning me like a butterfly under glass. Why do evil people always look so goddamn good? Beautiful people give me performance anxiety. “I couldn’t have signed that document. I wasn’t even in the right state of mind,” I say, trying to sound sane while avoiding eye-contact.

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