Novel Insecurity Novels & Stories

For those who have not yet not yet read my books , they include My roomate wants a piece of me Ugly and Insecure The rejected Nagin.

Their presence here seemed to have burst whatever bubble I’d been living in for the past few days. Is this how all relationships are? This constant inner reflection, this insecurity that leaves you feeling desperate and on edge with every new development. I hate this feeling of dread like I have to watch everything I do for fear of losing something that I’m not even sure is really mine. Especially this soon after escaping Sam’s hold.

“What was that?” I sucked in a cautious breath and managed to murmur, “I don’t have much.” It felt as if my chest had been ripped open and exposed for the whole world to see one of my biggest insecurities, even if it seemed ridiculous. It was embarrassing to think of his men rifling through my rundown apartment, hardly furnished or worth looking at twice. “It won’t take them long.” His steel eyes lingered on me for a second, then he hummed his response and kept moving forward.

"You're really that terrified. What's happening, Gage? Is your father pressuring you? Do you have other enemies that you haven't mentioned to me?" My fingers were digging into her skin, my arm twitching from extreme anxiety. "Let me make certain there hasn't been a breach in security." "A breach in security. Would you listen to what you're saying? You fucked me in the middle of a nasty bathroom. You certainly weren't worried about security then." "And I was a fool!" Thin-lipped, she shook her head several times. "Maybe I was the fool thinking that I could believe you, in anything you say to me."

I admitted quietly, remembering the flicker of long legs and perfect posture, of auburn hair that swirled in the sunlight. He leaned in, leaving a kiss on my forehead that lingered. "And she's nothing to you." I wanted to believe it. And I did, in my heart. But insecurity had its claws in me, yanking up questions I didn't even want to ask, replaying every morning I rolled out of bed with bedhead and morning breath, every night I sprawled across the bed in sloppy sweatpants rather than silk lingerie. "She seemed like she belonged," I gasped, saying the word that had been clawing at me ever since the second I laid eyes on her walk into that building like she owned the joint. "In that world. Yo

I should have known better, however. "I will keep you both safe. You don't have to worry about that." He said reassuringly, and I had no doubts about his ability to keep us safe. "I know that you wouldn't let anything happen to us. It's just that I am worried about you and me." I said, whispering, ashamed of having this conversation. I feel like an insecure child. In a sense, I will always be that insecure child nobody wanted. I feel like I almost trapped him now into a relationship with me. "If it weren't for Winnie, you wouldn't want to be with me."

Maybe they thought I’d corrupt her somehow, although I doubt they’d give me that much credit. At first, I’d pounded on the door, yelling for someone to come and tell me what was happening. I shouted until my voice went hoarse, but still no one came. I felt completely forgotten, not important enough to acknowledge or speak to. For most of my life I’d been a pretty confident person, I knew my worth to myself and to my friends but right now insecurities were popping up left and right. It wasn’t natural to be alone for this long with no outside contact, it would drive anyone to live in a constant state of anxiety.

I will not fight. But in the silence of this fortress of glass and steel, a small cold flame has ignited. A prey's vigilance. A fear that knows its predator. And I wonder, looking at the closed door of our apartments, not if there is another woman, but if the truth would be worse. If the other woman is only a detail in a bloody balance sheet. And how long before the perfectly smooth and icy floor of our gilded hell cracks, revealing the abyss that awaits us both. ---

He dropped it fast and clean. “Because in my years of practice, I have never seen something so common and repetitive like this against an innocent boy's life…" Anger brewed in me as I turned to Greg, my chief security officer. I hope you hear that clearly, uhhh… I said, “An outsider just confirmed it that my security team is quack… a fucking bloody joke…" “And I think some people need to lose their jobs…" I said sharply, "while some people are locked till the investigation is completed because how would someone get into one of presumably the most secured residences in this city… and come in to inject my nephew… my blood…?"