Jar Of Insecurities Novels & Stories

I gulped nervously and pulled my cami down, which always managed to roll up and put my not so slim waist on full display. "You are standing two inches from me and still manage to get lost in your dream world! Wow!" Vic whistled in my face. "I was doing no such thing." I said as I went past him, glad to have some space between us. "Oh really!" Yes, really! I turned around only to notice that his eyebrow had now disappeared behind those soft curls... Don't look at those curls, goddammit! And when I feel mushy, embarrassed or nervous, I resort to the only tools in my defence, - aggression and nonchalance.

Inessa didn't know how to feel about what he just said to her because she didn't know was he really being caring about her and was trying to sooth her pain by his words but whatever he was saying, she knew it, it was out of sympathy which she didn't want Inessa held his wrist and removed his hand from her face slowly and answered. "I might be able to cope up with an honest insult but not a fake sympathy, " He wordlessly stared into her eyes after hearing her words and then saw her eyes started filling with tiny tears. "Because I have seen myself in the mirror to the extent that I have started feeling afraid of my own body , " A lone tear made its way from her eyes because that was the truth,

"Yesterday was a one time thing. It will never happen again." James frowned at me, but nodded. "Daisy," he said. "Do you want to know what I've figured out by just talking to you?" "Not really." "I'm going to tell you anyway." "Then go ahead," I muttered and rolled my eyes. "I think you're a very insecure person," James stated. "But you cover it up with a tough exterior." "Insecure? I think you might need to brush up on your psych skills. I am very confident in myself thank you very much."

Could it be… that he was jealous? The comments, of course, went wild: “Henry’s hand is shaking! The jealousy jar just tipped over!” “Because of his rough upbringing for being so different, he’s so insecure that he barely dares to look her in the eye.”

“You know if Marcus moves in with us… people are definitely gonna know I’m with both of you.” Jarek didn’t even blink. “I don’t give a fuck.” The certainty in his voice silenced the whole table. “If anybody thinks that makes me soft,” he continued calmly, “they’re welcome to test that theory.” Nobody said a word. Jarek leaned back slightly, one arm stretched possessively along the back of the booth behind me. “And if anybody’s got a problem with it,” he finished, “they can get the fuck out of my club.” The absolute confidence in it settled something inside me.

One moment I'm warm and content and happy, the next I'm staring at steam gathering on the mirror wondering if I'm just another chapter in a story that's already been written a dozen times before. Ezra catches my expression in the reflection. His razor pauses halfway through a stroke. He doesn't ask what's wrong, or call attention to it, simply studies me with those dark eyes that miss absolutely nothing. I break eye contact and dig my nails into the edge of the vanity, trying to ground myself, trying not to let the spiral of insecurity drag me under. But it's too late. The thoughts are already there, poisoning everything. "Frankie."

I chuckled under my breath. “I can’t… I can't see myself without you.” I cupped his left cheek. “I have made my own promise with this pretty ring, you know.” I replied softly. “You did?” Conor asked raising an eyebrow. “Will you tell me what it was?” I nodded happily. “I did! I made a promise to drown out my insecurities because I can’t allow myself to feel them anymore. I promised myself I would do that for us. Because I want us and as long as I have those insecure feelings, I will struggle with them and I don’t want to hurt you again.” I explained happily. Oh! “I do have a question… You explained the opal but what about these pretty gray stones?”

Maybe I’ve already messed up. I glance at myself in the mirror, wondering why the woman staring back at me still feels so… small. Maybe Ezra embarrassed me because he sees what Sebastian sees in me—the flawed woman hiding beneath pristine suits. The woman who couldn't keep a home, couldn't hold a family together. How can I possibly keep a job? God, is this the end? Am I just another overconfident woman pretending like I have it all together? I inhale sharply and force myself to swallow the insecurities. I pick up the papers on my desk, my hands shaking.

“I can't be wrong. You're nothing but a beautiful woman with money and a cunning mind. But truthfully you're insecure and you strive to surpass your mother in all aspect. You're jealous of her just as thirsty you're for Sarah's affection. Sandra, a true self-confident and competent person is incapable of jealousy in everything. Jealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity.” Nothing. Nothing could have insulted her more than that and so she raised her hand to slap him, hard. His face turned by the impact, the sound almost pounding on his ears, his jaw clenched. He faced her just in time she raised her hand again ready to slap him. His nose flared and the vain in his neck pulsed as

"Let's just get married, please. So we can put an end to this problem... and your problem. I promise to be faithful while I'm married to you, and I believe you would do the same. I don't think you'll cheat on me." It's as if he's just saying that no one would be interested in me, so he doesn't have to worry about me being with other guys. JL is the one who's messing up my system like this. One minute I am with who I am and the next minute, I'm full of insecurities because of him. I dialed my lawyer's number and gave him a message.