Jar Of Insecurities Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Jealous? Of me?” “Yes!” Mariah threw her hands up. “You’ve got what they want, and instead of dealing with their own insecurities, they come after you. Classic mean girl nonsense.” She softened her tone slightly, though her eyes still burned. “You let these idiots get into your head way too easily, Jessa. You have got to stop giving them that power.”

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.”

He could totally understand her insecurities, but it was important for her to trust him. “I don’t deserve you and realize this every time when I see us in public. I look ugly.” Maya said, and she turned to him, “Look at these marks.” She showed the back of her hand, her collarbone, and her chest. “Look at me and look at Andrea or any other woman out there.”

I’m a blank slate. “Nah, purdy eyes, I guess you wouldn’t care. You’re incapable. Dead inside,” he says quizzically, as if I’m his favorite subject. Right now, I guess I am. He’s wrong. I’m not dead inside. My feelings are muted, so I don’t feel them with the intensity neurotypical people do. “Well, I don’t have everything I need to preserve my trophy, but I found enough to work around this house.” I glance beside the table, where a jar with some liquid sits alongside a syringe with something else. Next to the jar is a small scoop seated on a folded towel.

The two of us stare at each other for long moments, before I decide I can't wait any longer. I tilt her head with my hand on her chin and take possession of her mouth again. It won't take much and I'll be addicted to this girl. Addicted in a way I've never been before. I'll think about her all the time, and I'll want her with me. I'll want to make this work, and I'm afraid if we don't make it work it will decimate me. Saying those words aloud aren't an option, so I keep them locked away in the recesses of my brain where those insecurities we don't want to tell other people about hide. I hope that these insecurities never rise to the surface.

he said, his gaze meeting hers. "What is it?" "Your jewelry box. Bring it to me" he said and she gasped. "My jewelry box? Are you kidding me? Why does this feel like I'm in some sort of action thriller movie?" "Trust me, this is for your safety. Jensen is not an ordinary threat. He has committed murders and is willing to do more. I can't risk being careless. Not when it comes to your safety" ....

My wolf, who’s been purring in satisfaction ever since Kieran let me keep my hand on his back, rears up with a low, vicious snarl that echoes in my skull. No. Ours. He is OURS. He screamed my name. He came apart in my mouth. He belongs to ME. That one is a threat. Remove him. The jealousy is instant, visceral, and it’s a taste I’ve never known. It’s bitter as bile. It’s a poison. I’m not just angry, I’m feeling insecure. The feeling is so alien I almost choke on it. Me. Alexei Basov. Insecure. Kieran’s laugh, a soft, genuine sound, cuts through my haze. "You haven't changed a bit, Eli. Still casing the room for valuables?"

Hadn’t taken advantage of the moment. Predators didn’t apologize. They didn’t bring flowers. They didn’t look at you like you mattered. Right? His phone buzzed in his hand again. Nothing new. Just his pulse jumping. Jace sat up, rubbing his face with both hands. “This is ridiculous,” he whispered to himself. “You’re spiraling again.” He’d done this before. Let fear talk him out of good things. Let other people’s warnings override his own experiences. Let his insecurities dress themselves up as instincts.