My Paranoid Lover Novels & Stories

“What happened? I’ve been trying to reach you for days to warn you. Christ! What’s going on? I left a gazillion messages with that roommate of yours. What an attitude on her!” Pam lit a cigarette and drew the smoke deep into her lungs before stating flatly, “My lover.” “What about your lover?” Sylvia asked eagerly. “Who’s your lover? What are you talking about?” “She’s not my roommate,” Pam explained. “She’s my lover.” She squared her shoulders in anticipation of Sylvia’s response.

I couldn’t sleep the other night because I was thinking about Cain , now I can’t sleep tonight because of this stupid note. I should say yes to what? I looked around and everyone was asleep , everywhere was dead quiet, I wouldn’t dare wake Mary up ,that would be too much , I will tell her in the morning. **** I didn’t even get enough sleep before my alarm woke me up. It was morning again . I’m feeling paranoid this morning still bordered about the goddamn note. Everyone looked like a suspect . Who would want to scare me?

I stood there holding her heels, surrounded by the scent of wine and broken promises, knowing that tomorrow I would meet with the Russians while she hated me. Knowing that Viktor was out there, desperate and dangerous, with a fifty-million-dollar bounty on his head. Knowing that the woman I loved was in danger because of choices I had made long before I had ever met her. In my world, paranoia wasn't a weakness—it was survival. And right now, I was paranoid about everything. Including whether Lauren McQueen would still be here when I got back.

He asks, and his eyes beam at me. "Hmm, I'm curious." "It's the Island Pazzo d' Amore. . . The Island Crazy of Love." "Really? Crazy love? That sounds great to me!" I smiled and prepared myself for the adventure. I'm excited to see everything around there. . C.M. LOUDEN

I leaned on to Jasper and whispered to him. "Look at you, worrying about my dating life." He brushed his shoulders at me. I rolled my eyes at him. Maybe being private is fair. I am not going to stick along with him to know about his matters. Shrugging it off I return to search for the guy who paralyzed me a few minutes ago. I don't know what that was, but I have this strong feeling, a strong belief inside me that I know him from somewhere. Those eyes feel like a distant memory.

“You’re not family; you’re a parasite.” He shrugged, unfazed. “Agreed. Get me my money, woman and on time too.” I backed away shaking my head. “I can't. It's too much.” He rolled his eyes. “I swear you can really be overdramatic when you put your mind to it.” he cocked his head to the side. “What's so hard about fucking someone so as to get some cash in return? I mean, it's not like it's the first time you would be doing it.”

“You are so shameless Daniel. How could you do this to me? Did you bring me here to embarrassed me? Our wedding is tomorrow and you are doing this?” “I don't love you Pearl. Cherry is the one I love”. Cherry laughed at him sarcastically. “You love me? Do you know what love is? You don't even trust me. The day I was accused of plagiarism you didn't even speak up for me. You believed that I stole someone else's design as my own and now you claim to love me. Daniel your love is toxic and wicked”. Cherry poured out her pains to Daniel. This competition must be the hottest topic right now on the internet because the organizers made it live.

“She believed in it a lot more than I ever thought she would.” His jaw muscles flexed tightly. “Believed in what?” “In him, in me, in her mystery lover,” I replied and that did it. I saw the shift in his eyes as he threw his hands to the air, more out of anger now. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered, already turning slightly, like he was done with this conversation. “I don’t know what you think this is, but I’m not interested in whatever game you’re playing.” “It’s not a game.”

The patron requested a hamburger and french fries and said "please." "Ranch?" After giving him a very little nod, I just sit there for a few moments and look at him. I pull out my cell device. It's possible it will pull my focus elsewhere. Wrong. My screen saver shows a picture of Mark and me together. And each time I go to open it, it's only Mark and I in there by ourselves. I'm starting to feel down in the dumps all over again. "All right, what issue are we dealing with here exactly?" The waiter inquires once more while projecting an air of annoyance in his delivery of the question.

But fate seems to be playing with him now. He thinks he has become paranoid because even having a wife who is older than him is like a ghost entering his mind. Everything that is happening to him now is the fault of that woman who brought him home last month. His stubbornness about sayings collapsed because of the woman whose name he didn’t even know. He was looking for the kiss and warmth of that woman’s body among the new women he had a one-night stand with. He has lost the desire to have sex because that woman always messes with his heart and mind.