Jar Of Insecurities Novels & Stories

The feared concoction appeared more like a thick tar this time, revolting enough just in sight as it clings to the inside of its container. I nervously run my hand through my hair while Elijah kneels at my side, any hidden annoyance from earlier now completely disbanded as he flashes me a smile filled only with support. Despite feeling ready to expose the hidden truth, an ominous sensation swells within my gut as countless questions begin to creep their way into my already racing mind, trying to brace itself in preparation for what is soon to happen. “Okay, guys. It’s time,” Marie nods towards the closed jars clasped within our palms.

*sigh*' Jessa’s POV Today is my first day at work and the anxiety is getting the best of me and the fact that I am going to be with the greek God almost all the time is not helping any better. The f**cking dream is also hunting me like a damn zombie. It is stuck in my memories. Ugh! My life is just so fucked up. Nothing good can come out of my pathetic life. I can't seem to think or focus on anything except the damn dream, this fucked up dream.

“Are you drunk?” “No?” “Are you on drugs?” Jasper exclaimed, pushing me away. “Is this a set-up? A prank?” I should have found his outbursts funny, but I understand his suspicion. I've been avoiding and distancing myself from him, making him feel inferior. And it’s not the first time either. If I were in his position, I would also feel insecure. “No, no, and no.” I sniffled. “Embrace me, f uck me, do whatever you want with me, just... please... make me forget.”

That I wasn’t going to judge him or mock his body or laugh at him. But he kept saying the same thing. “I’m insecure.” Over and over. It was a useless excuse. We were supposed to make love. Were we supposed to do that with him fully dressed? Was he planning to keep hiding while I have shown him everything there's to see? The thought made my chest ache in a way I didn’t know how to explain to him. I wanted to trust him. I really did. I wanted to believe that this was just fear, just nerves and he was just a man struggling with himself.

mutters Adhara stunned. "That's one of the reasons I want to be with you. When you are close to me, that anxiety of knowing if everything is perfectly clean is forgotten. It's strange, but, with you, all that desperation and uneasiness, disappears even if I'm in a crowded place like the company cafeteria." Explains Jareth 'Are you saying that I am the cure for your illness? That seems impossible to me, less so, when I don't even know how I could cure him.' Says Adhara mentally.

she scoffed while looking up at him, before returning to scrubbing more furiously. Quisito loved the new shade of jealousy on her, along with her reddened ears, but he could also detect something else on her that he didn’t want – Insecurity. He had been in a lot of relationships before, but he was her first. And will be her last. It was natural for her to feel insecure about him, but he didn’t like to see it in her and decided to do something about it.

“I’m not going anywhere. I promise. …. We’re working through things and figuring it out. No matter what, I know I want to be with you and make this work. I don’t need us to take our vows yet or run away.” It never even occurred to me that Jyeon had insecurities about us too. He always seems so sure and confident, as though everything in life is going his way that it will be okay, and I guess he’s always worn this mask. So you never read his fears below the surface. Ingrained in him by his parents, he should always appear in control and unruffled by life.

"He has a job to do, he needs to get the fuck back to work instead of having tea parties with Lola and her dolls. If anyone should be having tea, it's me." Jenna snapped her fingers and pointed at the swear jar on the counter, giving him a pointed look. He was the one to set it up, so he could darn well fill it with coins if he was going to have such a potty mouth. He grumbled under his breath, reached into his pocket, pulled a handful of coins out and dropped them into the jar. After only two weeks it was nearly full. Jenna was starting to suspect he actually intended to pay for Lola's college tuition this way. Jared and Vince, along with some of the security guys who occasionally came into

You feel guilty that you’re not going to be a good role model for her, that you don’t have a leg to stand on, and that you don’t want to become your idea of what your father was in front of her,” Jasper described Emmet’s fears to him, staring into his eyes. “I know that Lila is definitely a part of it, but… it’s more like… now that I’ve not got the threat of my death hanging over my neck, I’m free to think about all these things. These old insecurities and problems were never solved and they’re all coming back now to haunt me.

I would be blind not to see it written all over him, but it’s not any of that which holds me here. It’s knowing I may never be able to trust him again; letting my insecurities expand beyond control, knowing I’ll always be second guessing him anytime he leaves me alone. Always doubting if he has unresolved feelings for Marissa. It’s a black mark in our almost perfect union, a hideous ugly scar, forever there between us. He showed me that all men, even the ones who love you, can still crush you so easily.