My Paranoid Lover Novels & Stories

The only boyfriend I had was Jeremy and we only lasted a month. •••••••••• When fourth period ended, it was time to go to lunch. I walked slowly down the hallways staring at, well nothing at all. Too much was in my mind. That stupid asshole just had to kiss me! Right in front of his biggest fan! Courtney loves Tyler. I just know it by the way she looks at him and talks to him. And I also have to face Brooke. The one who thinks she deserves everything she wants. Know one gets what they want all the time.

It was making me lose my damn mind. And I knew exactly who to blame for it. Lauren. That little street rat had lived in my home, slept in my bed, and somehow managed to mess with my husband’s head. I didn't know what kind of cheap tricks she used on him while I was gone, but she had turned Julian into a paranoid freak. He was suspicious of everything I did. It took every ounce of my acting skills just to pretend I was the same old Serena, but the tension in this place was getting suffocating.

"Don't say that! You're the only person I love! I was only together with Madison because our families were a good match." He gripped my hands tightly. His voice was trembling when he said, "I like being cooped up in our little apartment with you, snacking on chips while we watch a movie together. I like cooking with you. I like holding your hand while we stroll along the streets. I… "The only person I love is you." Tristan's voice was thick with tears by the time he was done speaking. However, I simply looked at him coldly while peeling his fingers away from my hands.

“It means that people like Haze get close to you, and suddenly, I’m left wondering what exactly he’s doing beside you all the time.” “Haze?” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “I know you think Haze and I have a thing, and I’ll tell you the plain truth—Haze and I are nothing but friends.” I paused, searching his face, watching for his reaction. “Friends? I don’t even think we’re close enough to be friends. But you… thinking he’s developing feelings for me? That’s paranoia.” His face twisted with barely restrained jealousy, and he took a step forward, his presence almost overwhelming. “Paranoid? You think I’m imagining it? I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Jacqueline. Don’t insult me by pre

real soulmates can get pregnant out of wedlock. So if you are and I think you are cuz your mind changed this moring. what you mean it changed. Well when you became a wolf it changed then also, but when I got up this morning it was and it's nite by the way huh is ok anyways I can hear something and it's not you and it's said that the dad can here the baby because I am linked too you and it is too you as well. Ok so what do you here. it's just imagines really atm. Huh ok yea I we need a doctor I am gunna go call the doc. Wait Tam what you hear. He is already gone she sets her glass down on the counter and goes looking for him. Finding him pacing in the living yes yes I can hear it. Yes I know

I showered off his smell and his touch, I hated this part, I didn’t want to have to shower it away every time, but I also couldn’t just risk anyone being able to get a whiff of his scent on my fur. I was an emotional wreck as I lay in my bed after my shower. I didn’t know how much longer I could take all of this. I didn’t know how much longer I could possibly hide this big secret of mine, it was literally eating away at me. My mind was ticking away and I struggled to wind down. I needed some sort of distraction to help me sleep so I plugged in my headphones and dozed off listening to my favourite band, The Fray, whilst my mind also consumed him yet again…

Chapter 18. Sabotage It was funny how a couple of words can turn hundreds of screaming people to silence. "I'm madly in love with someone." That was all it took to hush everyone who were participating and watching the show. But if a person begged to differ, it was me and my heart. It was racing uncontrollably against my chest, ready to burst like an overinflated balloon. Though Blaze has glanced away, those few seconds of eye contact were enough to shake and make me undone.

People manage where their eyes go around a lover the way they never bother to around a stranger. She’d arranged herself so she’d never accidentally catch him. Which told me she always knew exactly where he stood. Which told me she’d mapped him. Which told me she loved him, or was terrified of loving him, and either way she was sleeping with him. “The woman in coral,” I said quietly. “Who’s the grey man at the bar? Don’t look yet.” Michael didn’t look. He drank, turned as if to admire the view, and caught him on the way past.

Hart has displayed increasing paranoia. Paranoia. I did not say that word. They did. And now it exists publicly. I close my eyes. This is the next phase. Not containment of Leah. Containment of me. If they can convince the world I am unstable, then any claim I make about her relocation becomes delusion. Any accusation becomes symptom. Any protest becomes proof. I pick up my phone again. A new message waits. YOU SEE HOW EASY IT IS? My pulse steadies instead of spikes. Another message arrives.

or “stage-five creep.” “Listen,” he said finally, straightening to face me, “..that guy’s got more money than sense and a paranoia problem the size of Jupiter. Whether he gives a damn about me or not, his hobby is catching his ‘guests’ in 4K. And I’m not letting that happen.” Oh, so he was just going to casually dodge the most important part of my sentence? The one about the 'kiss’? He better start explaining before I lost my entire grip on sanity.