Paranoia Will Destroy Ya Novels & Stories

“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.

Cold, dead, inert junk. "The parasite isn't gone," Anji whispered, staring at the ruined bodies around them, people trying to stand up, heads held in confusion. "The parasite is everywhere we built, Sarah. The world is out of sync. There's no back-up server anymore. There’s no system support. We're the only ones left who remember the original script." He looked at the dark exit—the way up to a city that was going to wake up tomorrow morning to a terrifying, absolute absence of control.

It was papa “ my dear daughter, I know I have been acting weird lately I am so sorry for that. All I can say is I love you so so so much. I have lost so much in my life and only you have been the light of my darkness and because I love you to the moon and sun I gotta leave you. It looks like my past sins have caught up with me. and the world that I have been protecting you with is wide open again and I can't let my old world know that you exist because they will try to destroy you. You are such a mature and amazing woman, I am sure you can take care of yourself. I have left details of some bank accounts here for you and the deed of two houses in your name. Tale very good care of yourself for

She pleaded and hastily reached the exit almost slipping on her legs when the vampire stopped her. "Clean your face. Anxiety is written all over it. Nobody should know what happened to you. Else..." He left his words hanging churning her insides with terror. Amara didn't want him to continue. She quickly made a 'u' turn to the washroom and washed her face hurriedly with soap and water. Amara was heaving almost going out of breath. Just as she was about to enter the exit, the beast stopped her again. "Remember one wrong step or a doubtful question by your relatives perceiving your anxious features, the owner of the voice will be killed right in front of your eyes." The beast intimidated peri

My child oh my child what happened to you Mom,mom what are you doing here you should be in Mexico by now I know,I have to rush by because I heard about your mental health Mom why are you crying Am so sorry my child the doctor say you will have to go to the mental institution The mental institution but mom you know am not mental I know my child,but this vampire of a thing make you look like one why don't you just tell them you where in an accident so they can think you are not insane

Make it like an operation But I ain't one of your patients Could've least waited but you don't play that game I can't get you off my brain Keep on popping pills for the pain But as soon as I go wake up Still caught up in your games No, I can't get out of this haze (Oh, Woah) Tears are almost gone, still got symptoms in my heart So tell me what's the cure for you (The cure for you) Cause boy, you make me so confused You got me feeling like a psycho, psycho Got me chasing shots of NyQuil, NyQuil Without you, I get antsy and upset But with you, I fall apart Boy look what you've started I can't stand you, heartless Like a psycho, psycho (psycho, psycho) Got me chasin' shots of NyQuil, NyQuil (Ny

Dead worlds. Broken futures. Destroyed realities. Every one ending the same way. Not through invasion. Not through war. Through surrender. Hope dying. The parasite pointed toward them. "I don't create despair." Its voice became soft. "I simply harvest it." Ethan watched silently. Then the parasite leaned closer. "And eventually..." Its smile returned. "They always choose me." The darkness trembled. The visions intensified. Millions of failed realities. Millions of broken futures. Millions of people giving up.

I grunt. But he's right, too. This is paranoia, plain and simple, though I don't know anyone else with more of a reason to be paranoid. Between my vengeful ex and a girl who insists on defying me at every opportunity, I'm starting to unravel at the seams. That’s a reality that I can't afford. To crumble would be a weakness, and to show weakness to your enemies is giving them a loaded gun and hoping they don’t shoot you. With that in mind, I need to be strong-minded.

"I don't! I could never hate you. You're so nice to me." "Then why won't you talk to me?" "I just…" I lowered my head before finally spilling the truth. "August's kidneys are failing. Dad wants to give him one of mine." Eason's expression turned stormy. He grabbed my shoulders. For the first time, he looked at me with a deadly serious expression. "Allie, you have to leave. You can't stay here anymore! Your body is already so weak. If they take your kidney, you'll die. Come with me!"

Stevie’s POV Paranoia isn’t something that sneaks up on you all at once. It’s a slow, creeping thing that starts as a gut feeling, then plants itself like a weed, twisting and growing until it’s impossible to ignore. I used to think I wasn’t the kind of person who got paranoid. I’ve walked through dark alleyways with my camera strapped across my chest, flown to unfamiliar cities alone for assignments, trusted my instincts to keep me out of trouble. But tonight, I know for damn sure I’m being watched.