Jar Of Insecurities Novels & Stories

This stupid bastard owed me that much! "You keep saying I'll run and hide. That I'm uncomfortable, to be here, surrounded by half naked people, this business, your own business. But the truth is, all I hear from those words are your insecurities. You have a problem, Roman and you don't even know." He narrowed his eyes. "What stupid problem? What are you insinuating here?"

“I’m an honest man. If I want another woman, I would tell you. But I really don’t—just you.” Tears hit my eyes, and I blinked them away quickly so they would stop. My attempts to ward them off weren’t good enough, and they pierced through my eyes and dripped down my cheeks. “I’m sorry I got jealous.” “It’s okay,” he whispered. “It turns me on when you get jealous.” I wiped my tears away with my fingertips. “I thought insecurity would be ugly.” “Not with you. You could walk into any bar, right now, and pick up a handsome guy. The fact that you’re spending your time worrying about me instead of finding someone better is sexy. You’re needy, possessive, jealous…and I like it.”

Jade Pov I was sipping my black coffee and immersed in admiring the beauty of sunrise on the rooftop of the hospital where I resident for three months now. Lilly told me that I was good physically but not mentally cause still I get anxious when I meet men and strangers. I can't come out of my comfort zone which is Lilly. Leo stopped coming here when I yelled at him for nothing. I know he wants to help but I can't trust any men anymore. Whoever I trust betrayed me. My psychiatrist said that it's normal to think like that after what I went through.

He's annoyingly hot. “Whoa, really now? And what are your likes, Willow?” He raised both brows with a taunting smile. “Oh, I'll tell you.” I folded my arms, ready to hear whatever nonsense he had to say. “Up-tight, but not because you're so strict. It's just a defense mechanism. Because beneath all that thick skin of yours, you're one hell of a judgmental, insecure bitch.” That word ‘insecure’ made my throat clench so hard. But I gulped it down, refusing to give him any reaction.

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.

This discovery made him feel particularly insecure. What made him feel even more insecure was that the painting had been touched only recently. To think that although his Fragrant Vessel Court had a first-class security system, there were still people who could enter and leave his room freely. This was too scary. For so many years, he had been sharing the Fragrant Vessel Court with others, but he had not even realized it. He finally knew the root cause of Jens’ sociopathy. It turned out that the fragmented scenes that Jens previously told him about were not just a child's fantasy but reality.

This time, I was certain it sounded mature enough. “I did, and I was embarrassed, just as you instructed!” “You should have informed me before showing up.” He typed back. “Inform you before fucking my bitches too?” I typed hastily. Now , I am pissed. Jarvis had always been very insecure about the company. It turns out that every time I show up at the company, something definitely negative happens. It had always been his fault not mine, but the asshole still wouldn’t admit that he wasn’t smart enough. Booksmart wasn’t enough to lead a giant enterprise like the Glassdoor.

Even Tiger's image flashing in her head right now couldn't take that away from her. She brought her arms to his waist, wrapping it around them and smiled when she heard him grunt contentedly and tighten the hug. She didn't need a therapist, she just needed him. He gave the best hugs, besides her mom that is. One hug a day keeps the therapist away and keeps Jade from going insane.

Jarek said while hugging her closer. Tinsley fell quiet and silently pat his back, hoping that it'd provide relief for him. Jarek suddenly separated from Tinsley to her surprise but before she could say anything, Jarek took hold of her hand and cupped her cheeks. "Tinsley, don't leave us, okay? Please." Jarek muttered in a trembling voice. "I have enough people leaving my life. If you do, I will go crazy." He uttered. Tinsley felt herself tremble at his words. Tinsley finally realized that Jarek had been dealing with his insecurities and he must have been trying hard to hide it but that doesn't mean it won't pop up once in a while.

He’s still hot and I still get jealous. With my legs crossed, I lean back into the seat, my head turned to the side as I gaze out of the window beside me. I cross my arms tightly around me, hugging myself as I surrender to my most detrimental quality: insecurity. I fucking hate this. “Are you really doing this again, Elysian?” Cade’s voice cuts through the quiet, annoyance lacing his tone. Again? I grit my teeth, turning to glare at him, “Am I really doing what again, Cade?”