Paranoia Will Destroy Ya Novels & Stories

My body felt gradually lighter as I started to lose consciousness. "Is that all you have?" Jolene wiped off the blood from her face with disdain while taking out her phone to live-stream everything blatantly. She made it a point to avoid any angle that made me look like a mess and only directed the camera to where I looked best. The headline of the stream was, "What a great feeling to be taking down the third-party slut!" As more and more people clicked into the live-stream, Jolene looked pitifully into the camera. "Everyone, that's the woman who tried to get my man by getting herself pregnant. She even tried to hit me. Fortunately, my bodyguards were quick to react."

Chloe's eyes were wide, her crystal pendant clinking as she trembled. "How could you stand with them?" Her voice was shrill. "Their energy is so broken! They're all bottom-feeders and parasites!" "They'll pollute your soul!" she continued to scream. "Ava, you've been blinded by dark forces!" The judge slammed his gavel. "Silence!" The loud crack silenced the room instantly. "This is a court of law, not a flea market!" the judge's voice was severe. "Anyone else who disrupts these proceedings will be held in contempt!"

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

“Your phone kept buzzing earlier. I silenced it. I thought it might be a distraction.” I nodded as she left. The door closed quietly behind her. I sat there, the memory of her story crawling all over my skin. Something about it wouldn’t let go. And deep down, I already knew why. I’d just helped my mum unpack a story about jealousy. And I felt proud. Until I opened my phone. Group chat: It was lit and loud Nora: “She’s a pretender. Can’t believe people still pity her.” Unknown number: “Heard she’s the one who set Sara up. Shameful.”

No upgrade for loss. What I have now is a life trapped behind my eyelids, even when they’re open. My world is texture and sound, yes, but it’s also suspicion and paranoia. It’s soft footsteps I can’t trace. Whispers I can’t locate. A knife slicing into the meat of my trust every time I try to believe someone’s voice is genuine. And I trusted them… once. I trusted the ones who I called family. My parent.

What's the point if she's not emotionally destroyed? "She will be," assured Axel. "She is paranoid now, Sarah. I saw it in her eyes when she left. She is already questioning everyone around her-especially her sisters. Just give it time to simmer. Sarah wasn't convinced, but she knew Axel had a point. Jayla's ego wouldn't let her forget the humiliation, and her paranoia would inevitably lead to conflict. "Fine," Sarah said, finally removing her sunglasses and fixing him with an icy stare. "But we need to step it up. If Jayla doesn't implode soon, Jasmine or Jade might figure out what's happening."

I whispered back to him, getting even closer to the fencing. “They know about us. They are planning to kill us off, and turn you into Alpha’s personal toy. I… I don’t know how, but I need to get the two of you out as quickly as possible.” He whispered to me while looking around to see if anyone was listening in on our conversation. “Your serious?” I asked him back, now understanding his paranoia. His paranoia was now setting off my own paranoia. “Yes.” He barked back at me. A little bit too loud as it caused others to look our way, but he was shrugging it off as if it was nothing.

Zahn had high hopes for you, but do you think your skills surpass his? "Why would I ignore his carefully compiled notes and instead listen to you, the so-called cancer expert who doesn't deserve the title? I'm not a fool like those people out there!" Another familiar voice came from somewhere not far behind Flora. "She's probably just trying to sabotage your surgery out of spite." It was Shaun speaking.

I gave her a small smile. " I saw Mofe walking out, is all good?" I nod. "She went to the bathroom". "Okay, then, I'll be back soon". I nod and out my airpods on, my phone dinged. I clicked on the album by Joeboy that Tochi shared with me on Spotify. The beat flooded my ears making me a sudden saccharine rush. I felt a sudden relieve something i haven't felt in totality since that night after socials but that was soon gone when from the wall facing me emerged Lola's ghost. Everything around her was a blur, she was the only clear thing in sight. She had let her high bun out in a fro. Do ghosts change their looks?

“Please feel free to help yourself to the wet bar or the library while you wait. Though, please don’t take War and Peace off the shelf, as that’s the self-destruct trigger for the estate. We’ll be safe in here from the fallout, but I’m not entirely sure my closest neighbors wouldn’t be outside of the blast radius, and I’m pretty certain that would get me kicked out of the Homeowners Association.” “Why do you have it, then?” I ask, baffled by this strange, strange man. Frank just shrugs with another coy smile, and replies, “Always better to have a plan for a worst-case scenario and not need it, than need it and not have it.” I used to think I had a pretty decent grasp on the meaning of the wo