Jar Of Insecurities Novels & Stories

“Don’t play games with me. The guards are looking for an intruder. Seen near my wing.” I barked a short, humorless laugh, the sound startling her. “And you automatically think it’s me? Gods, Jessica, your insecurity is pathological. Not everything is about you. Maybe a raccoon tripped a sensor. Or maybe one of your father’s countless enemies is finally paying a visit.” I took a step closer, lowering my voice to a venomous whisper. “Or maybe you’re just so paranoid about people discovering your secrets that you’re seeing spies in the shadows. How’s that working out for you?”

Some people, when leaving the subject, return once in a while to see if the door of the room is locked or not; some people force themselves to wash their hands seven or eighty times and still think it's not clean; Some people, if they see any book in the room that is not opened at exactly ninety degrees, they will feel insecure, they must open it properly. Skip through the introduction to compulsive syndrome, Jenny said nothing to ask God. It can be seen that Daniel is not a good person, even when he is sick, he is not like a normal person. Saying something without tying someone's heart in love will feel very insecure. “Insecurity is insecurity. In other words, if you don't do this, you will

“You will never be enough.” The mirrors trembled, vibrating with her doubts, a dark foreboding threatening to unravel her already fraying sense of self. With each word, the reflective surfaces began to crack, lines splitting like the fragile barriers of her mind. Fear gripped her chest; they were not just illusions but fragments of her deepest insecurities made flesh.

Hazel stormed into her office, locking the door behind her. She sat on her chair and buried her face in her hands, letting out sobs that wracked her body. She didn't want anyone to see her like this. She didn't want anyone to come and talk to her. Hazel sat at her desk, staring blankly at her computer screen. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. She had always been paranoid about her secret being revealed to her colleagues at work. Arin had threatened her to tell everyone if she continued a relationship with Gerald and she knew she could do as she said but still, she wasn't expecting her to do it. It was not only embarrassing but unprofessional. Bei

INSECURITIES ARE what make humans imperfect and give them character. It makes people act out in ways they wouldn't have if they didn't have a feeling of anxiety, judgement and negative emotions attached to it. I know exactly what my insecurities are and even being self-aware doesn't change anything about it because I cant overcome them. It has become a part of me. As much as I hate my parents for everything they put everyone through, they did me well. As far as my skin was concerned, I was honestly blessed with the relatively clear caramel-coloured skin. Apart from some occasional acne that usually happened around the time of my periods, my skin was fine, probably because I was always dilige

He said, and I was in shock. "I will meet you at the office in a bit," I said and hung up. I did not know what to say. I was scared and overwhelmed. This has never happened before. This was a huge problem. Woodclaw prides itself because of our collection of ammunition. With everything gone, we are completely defenceless. We won't be able to defend ourselves from intruders. This was bad. How could this happen in my time? I wasn't a sloppy Alpha. I did not know what I would tell the people and my family. My father would be disappointed, and so will my Grandfather and Uncle. What did I do wrong? I placed guards at each arsenal, and the security was high. Even though we had lasting peace, I neve

I don’t care if I gain weight for this! “Tell me about Jude.” Again, I heard my Mr. Lily Charm name. “Or else I will ask someone to investigate him secretly.” He is maybe insecure with him. I nodded to myself. I looked at Jeoff’s face. Yeah, he is indeed insecure. “Why? Tsk! Jeoff, he’s my classmate and my future hubby!” I declare. “And there’s nothing happening between us, so please don’t be concern with me and hide your insecurity.” I pierce the meatballs with the chopstick. I hope Jeoff can understand my explanation right now!

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" ....

“Why are you so afraid of life? Why do you fear the personality of the woman you are?” “I see myself as a reclusive loner who is moody and unfriendly. I lied to myself long enough. My reactions are simply the concealment of my insecurities that taught me to play hide and seek with my own feelings and emotions. I thought I had gotten past that until the island. The scars had healed on my body but I can still see them Jack.”

"But at the end of the day, in your eyes, I'm still the tattooed nobody born to a strung-out junkie and living in a shitty apartment over a bar, serving drinks. I'm not the girl you bring out in public." "Knock it off." He closed the distance in two fierce strides, shoving his face in mine. "You are everything I said you are. You are not a nobody." His hands flexed as if wanting to touch, but they remained at his sides. "You're transgressing your insecurities onto me. You know you could be so much more, and yet you hide behind a mic in your grandfather's bar."