Novel Insecurity Novels & Stories

I stepped into the hallway a moment later, slow and deliberate. Nicole turned and gasped theatrically. “Oh—Claire! Didn’t see you there.” “Of course you didn’t,” I said. “You were too busy talking about me.” She smiled, not even trying to deny it. “You really should be more careful where you walk. Some people might take it the wrong way.” I stepped closer. “I don’t need to eavesdrop, Nicole. You say everything you mean to my face—eventually.” Her smile dropped for a fraction of a second. “You’re insecure. That’s why you’re paranoid.”

I nodded, “I understand. And when you’re ready, I’ll be here to hear the rest.” “Thank you, darling.” He replied before taking a deep breath. “Deep down, I am a very insecure man, Nivia. I truly think Fletcher’s actions have been embedded in me somehow, for I still consider myself to be a bastard unworthy of everything I now have. To compensate for this, I have tolerated no disobedience, no back talk from anyone. And when I do feel attacked, I lash out immediately, either using my words or my fists. And I felt threatened by you. You are unapologetically yourself, unintimidated by me and my status, and not frightened to tell me when I am wrong.”

See I gave you perfect idea - spoke consy. That's the first time you gave me perfect idea - I thought and chuckled. Whatever duhh - spoke consy. I took a novel from the library which is in our room ( you can imagine any thrilling novel). Yess, A freaking library. I started reading it and I got to know that person who is most innocent in story is the main culprit. Then I thought in anaya's case. What if it is some family member or relative. I quickly closed the novel and put it back on the place.

I said. His jaw flexed—the same tell I knew too well from nights when restraint finally snapped and he fucked me like he needed to brand himself into my skin. “It becomes one when it changes your vulnerability profile. You living alone near campus while the system is active, governance is unstable, and Laurent is still circling.” The possessiveness beneath the logic was unmistakable. I folded my arms, though it only made my breasts press tighter against my blouse. “This is not a security issue. It’s law school.”

But he was terrified of being left behind. He didn’t say it. He wasn’t ready. But he felt it — deeply, painfully, undeniably. And for the first time in his life, Luca Moretti understood what insecurity felt like. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic or destructive. It was quiet and private. It was the fear of losing something he had never believed he could have. He held her tighter, hoping she couldn’t feel the tremor in his hands. He would face it and learn to live with it and grow through it. Because Sienna and their love was worth it. Even when it terrified him.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

And, damn it, that could make her pull away. I get into the elevator, press the floor button. I've always been in control, but what's right and what's overkill when it comes to Kiara seem to be the same thing. How many times has the worst happened when I wasn't around? Several times. Why should it be any different now? Because of the new security? Do they guarantee anything? They should. But that's not what I think.

What was the mere good thing about him which could convince her to open up and spill out everything she had locked inside herself? Yeah, he was surely a good man according to many, even Hazel was able to look into him and find him good at his heart — at some points, but right at that sensitive moment, she was so vulnerable, so sorrowful, so unsecured and so so broken inside that even a simple task like speaking was becoming hard for her. At that time, the thoughts of wrong things he did to her were not roaming in her mind because the darkness of grief was enough to cage her within herself, but the insecurity floating inside her with many other restless emotions was not letting her do anythin

That was the only way I would be able to get through the series if doubts were in my mind. The only out of this is through. I thought about being invaded here but I didn't think Mosh wanted to hurt me. If he wanted to hurt me he would have done that, the previous night we met at the soiree. Alfred was right too, the only place where I was safe was in the mansion. Then, even tight security prisons could be infiltrated from time to time. I had a feeling that even the safest place in the pack can be infiltrated too. He was confident in his security detail, yet nothing boils down to the fear that was buried in my chest all along. We finally arrived at the building. It was just ahead of town a bi

“Like you’re feeling for your phantom wallet. Or your hidden gun.” A trembling, nervous shiver went through him. It had always been a scalpel with which she approached him. “Just the lingering paranoia of a man who recently found that his entire inner circle had been for sale. Old habits,” he made himself smile. She walked around the desk to stand beside his chair. She reached out to place a firm hand on his shoulder. “The security audit of the new R&D building has finished. It’s a fortress. Your paranoia has been meticulously institutionalized.”