Paranoia Will Destroy Ya Novels & Stories

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

“There’s no way out of this if you keep fighting.” Damian’s grip tightened, and I could see the conflict raging inside him. His face twisted, torn between the man he used to be and the one his paranoia had turned him into. For a moment, I thought he might snap, might drag me down with him. But then, slowly, his fingers loosened, and I pulled free, taking a step back. He didn’t stop me. “You’re making a mistake.” His voice was barely a breath, but the weight of it lingered in the air between us. “Elijah will destroy everything. He’ll destroy you.”

"When the real trap comes, Luna, you'll need people who trust you. People who believe in you. People willing to die for you. You're burning those bridges. Soon you'll stand alone. And alone is exactly where they want you." He left. His warning lingering. Alone. Isolated. Paranoid. Doubting everyone including myself. Maybe that was the conspiracy's real strategy. Not killing me. Just breaking me. Making me destroy everything I loved through fear and suspicion. And maybe it was working.

Sebastian’s POV. Paranoia was a poison. It didn't kill you instantly, it just made everything taste like ash. It seeped into the marrow of your bones, turning every shadow into a threat and every silence into a lie. I had spent my entire life surrounded by people who wanted something from me, but I had never felt this specific, localized rot until now.

“I’m afraid that if either of you get tired of carrying my insecurities, you’ll just… quiet me. Not on purpose. Just by overriding me with your certainty until I stop arguing.” Mirra’s mouth twisted. “I’m afraid,” she said, “that if I have to choose between the land and the two of you, I’ll choose the land. And that you’ll never forgive me. Even if it’s the right choice.” Silence settled for a long moment. The parasite pressed against the triad lightly, then heavier, trying to twist what we’d just said into accusations, into inevitabilities. It tried to make I’m afraid I might one day do this into You will definitely do this and they already know it.

I mutter evenly. He must see my intent because he begins to cry out to the people in the room. “Help me! Help me, please!” The women and the couple don’t help him, though. They’re too busy cowering and whimpering in fear. And due to his own paranoia and arrogance, the men outside can’t hear him because the door is soundproofed, and the music is loud. Without another word, I put a bullet through his head. The women release a bloodcurdling cry as his brains splatter behind him, and his body plummets forward into a lifeless slump.

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

The door closed quietly behind her. I sat in the dim room for a long time, hands resting loosely in my lap, staring at the wall. The secret was gone—torn out of me in the most violent way possible. The thing I had been carrying, the private terror and fragile hope I hadn’t even let myself name, was simply… over. I lay down carefully on my side, pulled the clean covers over myself, and closed my eyes. Somewhere in the house, two men were waiting for whatever came next. I did not know yet which of them I feared more.

“I just told the boys to scare her a little. If she’s stupid enough to try and kill herself, that’s on her. If she’s not dead, dump her at a hospital. Make sure she never finds out I arranged this.” So it was true. Vincent really had wanted to destroy me. A memory flashed through my mind, a conversation I’d overheard between him and his men months before. “My mother’s death is on them. Why the hell should they get to live comfortably in the Corleone house?” Tears streamed down my face, and the world went black. I passed out completely.