Don't Worry Novels & Stories

The last thing I wanted was for Drake to run into Chris and start another pointless argument. After sending the message, I turned to Chris and said, "Make sure you show up on the full moon. Lucian won't forgive you if you don't, and I doubt you want things to get ugly. I have somewhere to be. I'm leaving." "Wait! Where are you going?" Chris grabbed my wrist, his eyes bloodshot with desperation. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" "Let go of me! Where I go is none of your concern." I was beyond exhausted by his behavior.

Nora raised an eyebrow, calling my name again, pulling me out of my thoughts. I blinked and looked back at her, realizing how long I’d been silent. I let out a slow sigh and shook my head, forcing my expression to soften. “It’s fine,” I said quietly. “ Don’t worry about me.” She frowned slightly, clearly unconvinced, but she didn’t press further. She simply nodded and leaned back in her seat. And as the car continued forward, I stared ahead, my thoughts tangled and restless, knowing deep down that nothing about this situation was fine at all.

“Don’t push yourself.” He said softly. “I feel like… so much happened yesterday. And yet I can’t…” I squeezed my eyes shut, frustration bubbling. “I hate that my brain feels so stuffy, yet has nothing to show for it.” “It’ll come back gradually. Don’t worry about it.” Saying “don’t worry about it” only gives me more reason to worry. “Did I… get drunk last night?” He tilted his head with a small smile, the movement exaggerated by the sharpness of to soothe the unease coiling in my stomach.

No one else’s. I let out a breath. Slow and steady. “Right now, it seems that way,” I said quietly. “But I don’t want you to worry; I’m going to keep trying my best to make sure it doesn’t.”

Ordinary, yet sophisticated. I didn’t respond. I carefully cleared the gifts from my desk, placing them back into the box. I would never have need for them. He walked over, placing the stack in the cleared space. “Are you alright?” His voice carried concern. “Yes.” “You look… maybe a bit tense.” I snapped my head toward him. His eyes held worry—genuine worry. Oh no. Ken was only making things worse. “Just leave them on the desk. I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

It looked better on him than in that ad. “I was saying we should get more popcorn.” “Yes,” I nodded. “Let’s get more popcorn.” He then sat down beside me. “What is it?” I gave him a suspicious look. “I’m worried about you.” “Oh boy. Here we go again.” “No, come on. Let’s think of this in a very good light. Alright, I am worried about you because you’re my husband, not because of any other thing.” “Dennis, I’m fine. Stop thinking too hard about it.”

"Someone you shouldn't worry about, baby girl. When I say don't worry about her, I mean it." His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. Though I wasn't satisfied with his explanation, I let it go.

“It's amusing how you are both worried about each other.” It warmed my heart that Damon was worried about me. “He doesn't have the time to worry about me when he has to fix the mess he made.” He nodded in understanding. “I think so but you shouldn't worry about that. He has a plan and told me to tell you not to worry and hang in there.” “I will.” “How are you?” “I'm fine for a person being investigated for murder.” “I like your bright attitude. You should hold on to it till you are out of here.”

He pulled me into his arms as though nothing had changed. "Alright, don't be mad. Next time I'll take you with me," he teased against my ear, dismissing my silence as nothing more than a woman's temper. His gaze grew hungry, predatory, as if he might devour me whole the very next second. But before anything else could happen, his phone buzzed on the table. With a frown, he stood and answered it. I exhaled in relief until I heard the syrupy, delicate voice on the other end. "Honey, someone's knocking on my door. I'm scared!"

"I'm not worried about you. I'm worried about..." Howard did not finish her words, but said seriously, "Anyway, you understand." John did understand, so he confidently said to Howard, "Don't worry!" It would be a lie to say that he was not worried at all, but looking at John, Howard let out a sigh of relief and then said to his sister, "Then I'll go first..." "You really don't want us to send you?" "Forget it, you will be late for your departure. Don't worry about me!"