Paranoia Will Destroy Ya Novels & Stories

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

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

"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.

Twenty, maybe, if she found the courage to turn around, to wrench the wheel and choose self-preservation over the alluring, dan-gerous siren's call that echoed in her chest. Back in the silent, echoing apartment, she repeated a mantra, trying to ground herself, to anchor herself to reality. "Don't go. You owe him nothing. You're done withthis. He's not worth it." Each word felt like a small stone, a futile attempt to build a dam against the "ood. But hope was a liar, a cruel mistress who whispered sweet, intoxicating promises in the face of cold, hard reason. And heartbreak, she knew, made youstupid, blind-ingyou to the most obvious dangers, turning you into a moth drawn relentlessly to a de

"Zyaire, pack my things and keep them," "Where the fuck are you going to now?!" "To ruin the life of a bitch,"

My mother has a strange obsession with cleanliness. Everything has to be scrubbed down with bleach before she considers it clean. I know full well how damaging bleach fumes are to the lungs, and I pull up research to talk her out of it. She finally stops. But then, my brother catches an infectious disease, and a doctor recommends disinfecting the floors with bleach. She turns on me immediately, screaming that if she hadn't listened to my nonsense, my brother never would've gotten sick. My brother hears this from her every single day and takes it to heart. When his condition gets worse, he pushes me off the top of a building. Maybe even God can't stand how unfairly I died, because I come

Vanessa is the only one that can throw me off-kilter. “Yeah, I know. I probably shouldn’t have let it affect me that much. But I couldn’t control it. The thought of you being so far away from me and me not being able to be there to protect you was driving me crazy.” I frown at the memory. An echo of that pain still grips my chest when I think about it, the ghost of my paranoia not quite gone until I look at her again and remind myself that she’s here now, with me and safe. “I tried to distract myself, to tell myself that I just needed to let you do what you needed to do, but it just–”

"Now, they saw Zion attacking the hacker on the spot and his dexterous fingers were typing skillfully on the keyboard. The clear sound coming from the keyboard was really pleasing to their ears. Soon, the other party failed miserably in no time after Zion used a program to track Paranoica." Paranoica wanted to leave the system but she found that her way out was blocked sadly. "In fact, Zion sent a virus to her computer while he was repairing the defense system!" "At that moment, Paranoica's screen went black and it was no longer working." D*mn it! She hit the keyboard in anger and the computer broke with a bang sound.