Paranoia Quotes Romane & Geschichten

I rest my full weight onto him, unable to feel my legs. “What happened? How strong was that drink?” I slur my words, shaking my head. “they were really strong. Even I feel a little something,” Jack comments. “come on, they gave me a complementary room here. Let's go sleep it off, yeah?” “Yeah…” I nod my head. My entire body feels like jelly. Paranoia slips inside the back of my mind, logan's words from earlier's echoing in the depths of my mind. I don't trust any of the men in your life, he said, all of them have screwed you over.

“I only kill people who are stupid enough to cross me. Don’t cross me, and you’ll never have anything to be afraid of.” Was it my paranoia, or did it seem like he was threatening me? What if he already suspected me and he was waiting for me to make a definitive move? Or perhaps I was reading between the lines too much. I kept up a blank façade even though that was nearly impossible to do. “You shouldn’t cross me either.”

Carefully. “Trauma-induced paranoia.” Mateo’s jaw tightened. I looked at Bianca. Her breathing had gone shallow. Her eyes were glassy. “No,” she said weakly. “No, that’s not—” “It doesn’t mean you’re broken,” the psychiatrist said. “It means your mind is trying to protect you.” I leaned closer to Bianca. “It’s okay to need help,” I whispered. Her eyes filled with tears. I looked at Mateo then. Let my eyes shine. Let them look tired. Sad.

Slowly beginning to panic, he grasped his stone blade with both hands and held it in front of him. The leader of the group flicked his hand to signal the panicking rear guard to back off of the wounded victim. “Would you calm down already?" he hissed at his comrade. “If they wanted to kill us they would have done it by now.” The paranoid man lifted his foot off of the poor victim and stepped back. He took a quick glance up into the darkness of the wooded canopy and then glared at their ringleader with a huff. “I’m tired of this,” he growled, pointing his finger. “I’m tired of putting my life and everything I have in the hands of that bastard child and his brother! I'm sick of sleeping out he

"Have a nice day." The room erupts into a river of murmurs as I walk out of the room, with my keen sense of hearing I could easy make out the words. "Am I dreaming. " The first voice says. "Can someone please pinch me." "Don't you think its a bit weird." Another voice adds. "Nope, its all weird." Weird..... You see little one. What I do for you. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥• Pari's Pov(continuation.)

Key always remembered that, and that's why he was able to be where he is today. Key's steps stopped briefly in front of the big building, he sighed to get rid of his nervousness. Everyone is ever nervous, only the way they deal with nervousness is different. Sounds wise indeed, but believe me that it is also a quote from a quote taken from a quote as well. Yes, in essence, it is just their kind of words of wisdom. Who knows who coined those words before?

“At first I thought Liv was just being paranoid. But now I’m starting to wonder if she isn’t onto something. If this is some sort of sick joke by Marcus, I’m to rip his spine out.” “Calm down,” he said. “Before we start dishing out threats, have you considered the fact that maybe she’s just being paranoid? Or maybe both of you are being paranoid?” “That’s not possible,” I said. “Think about it,” he said. “It’s your first time alone, and you’re still figuring out how to be around each other’s space. Maybe this is just you overreacting over a few coincidences because you want them to be right. Maybe you need that excitement in your life right now.”

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“You didn’t really think I’d go alone with you, did you? What if you’re a psycho who throws people off cliffs?” I blinked. “Excuse me?” “I read about it in the news. A girl went sightseeing with a stranger, and he pushed her off a castle wall. Turns out he had serious issues. Not saying you do,” she added quickly. “Just… I’ve been feeling paranoid lately.” “I’d never push you off a cliff, Amber.” “I’m relieved.”

She pressed send and drummed her fingers anxiously on the table, scanning the entrance for any indication of the man. "Perhaps not," Sophia responded. *"However, if you're feeling paranoid, that might indicate you're in deeper than you realize." Felicia's irritation boiled over, and she rapidly typed her reply, her nails tapping angrily on the screen. “I didn’t begin this for it to backfire on me.” A new message appeared almost immediately. “Then control it before it does.”