My Paranoid Lover Novels & Stories

Even just for today. I was just sitting in my bed looking nowhere. I saw my laptop in my bedside table. I picked it up and opened it. I opened my Spotify app and played my favorite song. The One That Got Away I don’t know why I love this so much, but one thing is for sure. The beat is amazing and peaceful, but at the same time, the words are knives piercing through my heart. I sang to the song and enjoy myself. In another life I would be your girl

As long as I don't fall in love with her again and no one says the code word, I’ll be indifferent to her? "There’s another exception, which is if you love her too deeply. In that case, there's a small chance your mind will dehypnotize itself. But the chances are so small that you have nothing to worry about."

I on the other side inhaled a deep breath because I was totally stricken in jealousy. Few minutes passed, I could sense that my vision was kind of blurry. Suddenly, I tapped Maris's back and leaned my forehead on her shoulders. I felt like I was hallucinating. She kept on asking me if I'm okay but I wasn't able to answer her. Few seconds passed, I collapsed on the ground. I could feel them shaking me to wake up but everything totally went black.

He was experienced enough to know that not all things were worth his attention. - "Are you ruling out possibilities?" the redhead asked, somewhat hesitantly. - "No, never. But there is a very fine line between being attentive and being paranoid. I don't want you to cross that line" Lora looked towards the bedroom, where her friend was pouring himself a glass of wine. She blamed herself for not being able to tell him the whole truth. That secret consumed him. But, ridding herself of the thoughts that were sinking in her chest, she muttered:

"The woman has a very severe paranoid disorder. And her poor husband was under constant suspicion throughout their married life. Three years." As they walked into the dining room, they kept talking about Harper's odd client. Alex occasionally brushed his lips against Harper's soft cheek. He loved the rose scent that wafted off Harper's body. "Her husband must be very patient. A saint.” "I guess so too. They got married because they were arranged together. And fortunately, her husband immediately fell in love with her. But he is also human. Yesterday they fought, she said. Her husband admitted that he was fed up with his wife's paranoia, so she sadly asked me to heal her paranoid disorder."

Jared gestured for me to accept the call. "Lina, where did you go?" Hayden asked in an urgent, ingratiating tone. "I need to explain things to you." "There's nothing to say between us anymore," I answered indifferently. "Don't be like that, Lina. I've always loved you. Melissa's the one who threw herself at me, but I only think of her as a friend!" "Hayden Potter," I sneered, "have you forgotten that we've already broken up?" On the other end of the line, Hayden was quiet for a while before he spoke up darkly.

He lets out a humorless laugh, low in his throat, and flicks his hand like he’s swatting away a mosquito. “Damn it, Nathaniel. Look at me! Alina is Kaia!” His eyes flick up, bored, and then back down to his phone. A flick of his hand like I’m a fly buzzing too close. “You’re paranoid.” Paranoid. That word stings more than I thought it would. It hits me like a slap. Like I’m some hysterical girlfriend clawing at shadows. My chest burns.

Castle finally said, “It’ll be better face-to-face. Phones aren’t safe. Someone listens in, hears your name, then it's all over and it won't end well.” I nodded. It made sense. It always did with him. He was always a step ahead, always the one with the logic, while I was just… clawing at feelings. But as I stared out the window, I couldn’t help asking myself: when did I become this? This paranoid, this petty, this fragile? When did I go from the man who could pull anyone he wanted—man, woman, and both—to this version of myself, sulking because my lover said another man’s name one too many times?

No ‘honey,’ no ‘Adrian,’ just a cold, impersonal instruction to an unknown person. A cold wave of fear washed over me, chilling me to the bone. Could it be? The question, unspoken, screamed in my head. Could it be Damien had a secret lover? Is he cheating on me? The dread that had been a dull ache flared into a sharp, agonizing pain. It wasn't paranoia. It wasn't my imagination. It was real. The evidence, stark and undeniable, lay before me.

Giovannis behavior was really getting to me I started to feel a little paranoid I mean what was Giovanni looking for in the rearview mirror was someone following the car was something wrong Giovannis actions were making me feel uneasy the paranoia that Giovanni had was contagious it was spreading to me. When we walked into the penthouse the feeling, in the room was really different. The penthouse did not just feel cold the penthouse felt like it was going to explode at any moment. Lorenzo was home early. He was walking back and forth in the living room. Lorenzo had a glass of whiskey in his hand. Lorenzo looked really upset like an animal that wants to get out of a cage. Lorenzo was pacing a