My Paranoid Lover Novels & Stories

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.

She explained. “Oh, so if you get what I wanted to ask, please clear my thoughts,” I told her. “Are you ordering me, Harris,” She answered as if annoyed. I touched her cheek and caressed her tenderly because her face became serious. “It’s not that I’m ordering you to do so, it’s just because I’m paranoid,” I explained. “You’re fooling me, Harris, was there a vampire who was being paranoid?” She asked me with disbelief. I nodded.

"I'm sorry, okay? I want you back and I do promise to be a good boyfriend to you and the best father at that" I looked at him befuddled. Did a nut come loose in his brain or what? . . . . . . TBC Like. React. Comment. Share. Besides, who is interested in a P*F version of my former story, Hidden Scars? . Kamara B. Blake Love all my active readers💋💋

“No more alcohol Odin. We’re going to have a chat once you’re sober. We thought it would be tomorrow but seeing as you’re half-cut by lunchtime I might simply lock you in a room until you’re dry.” Odin looked at Paris after rolling his eyes at his father, “who is she?” “My lover,” Marsha spoke bluntly and Paris, being the fly by the seat of her pants woman she was. nodded emphatically and rose from her position and moved to sit right on Marsha’s lap. “But I saw her here yesterday with other people. She even was near Ramona last night.” Paris shrugged, “I’m a free spirit, sweetie. I’m young, carefree and experimental.”

I sighed with my head down while scratching my nails, dealing with dread. Upset, I even choked with my own words. And when I said those, tears immediately flashed through my eyes, causing me to have a fuzzy vision. Here I go again… feeling so pathetic over thinking too much. “Hey! For the second time around… can you stop being paranoid, Diane? Like, hello? After all you’ve been through together? Don’t even think about it, okay? Because I’m sure that Liam loves you more than he loved himself! And what the hell did you say again? Third-party? How would you even know that? Do you have proof?” Lorenz barked. He was talking some sense to me before he continued.

No investment, no profit, no party, no stripper, including Naples, or Cheryl could make him feel this good. “Mr. Parker, as I was guessing, your member is ready to pierce me, again.” “You always complain that I only want sex, no? Fine, I won’t do anything today. I will only keep you in my arms.” He looked up to her and those eyes captivated him. She was looking confused. “I think you have fallen in love with me.”

Since they didn't want to disturb her happiness, they decided to omit that topic from discussion this time. Days were rolling just fine, but Pari started missing Ian badly. She was clearly in love with him by now and wanted to know about his thoughts. But her previous experience in love was haunting her to ask him about his opinion. She knew Ian wasn't a man who would cheat or hurt her in any way, she could blindly trust him. But she wasn't still sure if his feelings were as strong as hers or not .

I want you to always say the truth to me about what is that you observed. "When you're stressed or worried, you tend to do that. You tend to always want to scatter things around. But may I know what is bothering you?" He was really helpful when David wasn't around. "Wel,l it's about the lady that came home last night. I love her but she's in love with someone else." "That explains why you're so paranoid. Don't worry, she'll come back to you, okay?" "Didn't you hear when I told you that she has someone else?"

We were breathless, messy, wild, so completely lost in the pleasure and the love that nothing else could break through. And in the middle of all that rush, all that distraction and overwhelming pleasure, I completely forgot. Hours later, after he had slipped away quietly and the sun had gone down, leaving the room dim and quiet, I realized with a jolt that I hadn’t taken my pill that day. I’d been so caught up in the chaos of planning, so distracted by the rush of tasks, and then so completely drowned in him, his touch, his taste, that it had slipped my mind entirely. I remembered panicking a little then, my heart dropping, but I’d told myself firmly that it was fine, just one mistake, just