Novel Insecurity Novels & Stories

Waiting. I think of Adrian standing between a stranger and me at the museum. The quiet way he watches crowds. The sleepless nights he pretends not to have. Protection mistaken for control. I fold my hands calmly. “No one has limited me,” I say. The host tilts her head. “So the reports are inaccurate?” “They’re incomplete.” She waits. I continue before doubt can interrupt. “My life changed very quickly. My husband operates in a world where threats are real, not theoretical. Security isn’t punishment. It’s a precaution.”

I’ll miss Deja Brew, miss the semi-normal life I managed to carve out, but it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make. I glance down at the video feed on Nova’s laptop. She had hacked into their security system with ease, her fingers flying over the keyboard like it was child’s play. "Looks like there are guards at every entrance," she mutters. "And cameras in every hallway. Whoever lives here is paranoid as hell." I exhale sharply. Silas knew exactly what he was throwing me into. And now, I have to figure out how to make it out alive. “I can avoid the guards just fine. You got me with the cameras, right?”

“Old you would’ve taken them all.” “I’m not her anymore.” “Sure you aren’t.” He’d laugh when I cursed him, smoke curling from nowhere. And I’d hate myself for answering him at all. Weeks stretched. The notebook filled with my own marks—alley blind spots, security cameras, guard shifts. Survival became a kind of homework, but paranoia kept pace. I felt it in the set of shoulders on the street, in cars idling too long, in the way people’s eyes snagged on me before sliding away.One night, when the city was drowned in rain, I found an abandoned bookstore window. The display was half-rotted, pages curling, words eaten by mold. Still, something about it tugged at me—quiet, forgotten, waiting.

“I thought that this discussion was over. I thought that you had regained your confidence, and such foolish insecurities would no longer—” “Foolish insecurities?” I jerked to my feet, my hands fisting. “You think I don't have a right to feel insecure?” He met my gaze. “I believe I've done enough to crush all of your insecurities.” I stepped back. “It doesn't work that way.” He tilted his head to one side. “Then how does it work?” I shot my hands up in frustration. “There's no recipe for insecurities.” “I told you that I wouldn't let another man touch you. I told you that I would kill for you.” He rose from his seat. “You know damn well that I fucking crave you all the time. You're the only w

“Because if you were secure about your place in his life, you wouldn’t need to compete with his wife constantly.” Hailey’s breathing became uneven. Good. Let her feel it too. “You spent years trying to make me feel small,” I whispered. “But look at you now.” Silence. “You are still waiting for him to choose you.” The line went completely quiet. Then suddenly she shouted. “You have no idea what he says about you.” The words came viciously, desperate now like she wanted to hurt me back and maybe she did because my chest tightened painfully anyway but before insecurity could swallow me, Roman’s hand slid into mine quietly.

The silence of the penthouse swallowed me whole, heavy and thick with the lingering scent of his leather and spice cologne. I walked slowly back to the floor-to-ceiling glass wall in the living room, staring out at the chaotic, beautiful city of Seattle stretching out beneath me. I was completely safe here. No stalker could breach these armored windows; no ex-boyfriend could force his way through a biometric elevator. Peter had built a perfect, impenetrable fortress to keep the monsters of the world out. But as I looked down at the gray shield icon glowing on my new screen, a tiny, thrilling spark of pure panic flared deep in the pit of my stomach.

I left his study a few minutes later, the note still sitting on his desk where he'd left it, flat and careful, four words that had changed the shape of the night without changing anything about how steady my own hands felt holding the door frame. There was no such thing as safe. I'd learned that a long time ago, long before Northesk, long before the gathering, long before any of this. Safety had always been a story people told you to make the danger easier to carry, not a thing that actually existed anywhere I'd ever lived. But there was a difference, I was starting to understand, between being unsafe and being unprotected, and for the first time in longer than I could easily measure, I wasn

I thought the day was yet to get completed but it seems like I was wrong , in the actual sense, it has just started. ***. Hello, Thanks for Reading my books . More so those who are paying to read my books . - ugly and insecure - my roommate wants a piece of me - the rejected nagin.. Thanks.

I gulped hard. Slowly, I crawled further onto the bed being mindful of my steps. I felt the acceleration of my heart beat and the countless fears that danced through me. I got close enough, fixing my fearful body on the bed next to him, I grabbed the duvet and placed it on myself making it cover half of my body. For a moment, I held my breath thinking I was going to die of anxiety mixed with lust. Why do I suddenly feel insecure? The boss Martinez kept his phone away the moment he noticed me. I tried not to glance at him and fortunately I didn't.

I suspected that much, but I had to check. I wrapped my arms around my chest as if I was trying to keep myself from falling apart. The sense of insecurity was excruciating. Someone was watching me. Which intimate parts of my life had he seen? How thoroughly had he known me? Had he hidden somewhere near me? Or was he still around to watch my every move…?