Jar Of Insecurities Novels & Stories

Alone at last, I finally let the tears flow. ****††****† JARIS This was all fucked up. Something in my guts kept telling me the asshole might find a way to sneak into the Pack one day, but I just didn't want to believe he could get past the new security without being seen. I guess I underestimated how slimy he could be. After making sure Lyric was safe in her room, I drove out of the pack, driving around and hoping to miraculously run into him. I hoped that somehow, he was around somewhere. If I could lay my hands on him....

Jealousy was a peasant emotion. It was for the deprived, for those who feared loss. Joe Brian did not need it. He had. He did not fear loss; he wrought permanence. He had spent a lifetime building up an immunity to such universal weaknesses, building his psyche into a fortress of self-containment. Need was a design flaw he had excised from his own personality with merciless completeness. The virus entered on what appeared to be a harmless vector: a sound.

I gave him one stern look and he was caught off guard by my words. I exhaled and my features softened. "I just wanna say that... no one is ever fully confident. There are insecurities crawling in each one of us. Like. Literally. Each. One. Of. Us. Take the celebrities for an instance which also includes you. They're either scared of what they wear or what they look like or do their shoes match their outfits? What if the cameras are panned toward them and they don't have an acceptable face, people end up memeing about it. A normal person is insecure because he cannot match the other person's standards and so on. You're not an exception. We're all bathed in one or the other insecurities. The o

— like she hasn’t slept either. Like she spent the weekend carrying something she can’t figure out how to put down. I know that feeling. I’ve been carrying things alone since I was fifteen, and it never gets lighter. It just gets more familiar. I notice Jace before I take another step. He’s leaning against a locker three doors down, arms crossed, jaw tight, watching her. His right arm sits slightly wrong — the way it has since Cain took him apart in the car park. Not broken all the way. Just damaged enough that he holds it careful, like he knows better than to forget. He doesn’t look at me. I look at him for one long second. Then I walk toward Zara. “Zara.” She freezes. Doesn’t turn around.

A slow smile spread across my face as a profound realization struck me. From what I had observed since the very moment of my return, Lyra was completely drowning in insecurity. She truly believed her face was her only currency, her only asset in this cruel world. I still vividly remembered her paralyzed hesitation in the ballroom, staring at the maid’s jagged glass, willing to let her face be ruined because she felt completely worthless inside.

I owe him that. But right now, Remy was making me remember the one person who got away, all over again. The sweet lovely person in my arms burrowed deeper and his hand curled my shirt as if he didn't want to let me go. He was badly shaken, I can see it in his eyes. Someone in his past made him this way. His demeanor was all too fragile and it made me want to pull out my guns and start shooting blindly at every single man that had entered his life and made him think that he was not worthy. I wanted to show him otherwise. He needs to know. His insecurities might be mine to deal with in the future. Though I know I need to put a lid on it, now was not the time. It was all too early to make plans

She was everything I wasn't. And me? I was the girl with a blind and dull right eye. People flinched when they looked into it. There was no security camera in that corner, so I took the blame. Even my own mother looked at me with disgust. "Sienna, she's your sister. How could you hate her so much?"

Surprised, I looked at him, only to notice he was averting his gaze and not daring to meet my gaze. "Have I… done anything wrong?" There was a hint of fragility in his voice, one I'd never heard coming from him. Wrong? He had never done anything wrong. Even if there were, it would only be that he never had a place for me in his life. "No, it's not that," I said softly. "You're perfect." "Then why do you want to break our mate bond?" He put his mug down. His ashen eyes were filled with suppressed emotions, like the sky before a storm.

She smiles and I nod once again running down the hall. I spot Jared coming out of the room, a smile appears on his lips as he sees me. I drop my bag and embrace him in a hug. He might be 6'1 but he's always going to be my baby brother, "I'm so glad you're here" Jared hugs me tightly. I hate that Jared had to be alone during this, he's only 18 and on top of that, he's such a sensitive person. He might come off as this frat boy type of dude but he's always had such a frangible heart which is honestly one of his most endearing qualities but also makes me worry for him a lot.

The middle aged insecure ugly woman said while looking at Giselle from head to toe. " Yeah. I'm going to my sugar daddy. " Giselle answered out of sarcasm that made the woman gasp. " I knew it!" She said as she run back inside her condominium. Giselle just rolled her eyes because of what that insecure woman asked and her actions towards her. She is used to that woman everyday. A woman who is insecure to herself makes the other woman feel insecure to themselves too. " She really had a sad life," Giselle commented as she walked fast and went to the parking lot of her condominium. She immediately grabs her car keys as she get in her car and start it.