Paranoia Will Destroy Ya Novels & Stories

But I caught the little trembling note in her voice. “Sofia, I can't stand to see you like this for much longer, no one else can, you're destroying yourself," she said. It was true, my actual life consisted of me going out at night aimlessly, disappearing for days and reappearing at some police station or hospital. They were afraid that one day I would reappear in the morgue. “And where would I go, Anne?” I asked bitterly and humorlessly. She looked at me longingly. - she suggested.

He screams tightening his hold. My vision blurs, black dots flooding my senses. Just when my eyes are about to drop close… “Get your fucking hands off her!"

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

" A cold sliver of disquiet pierced my confidence at the hollow, haunted tone of her words. I forced it down brutally. If I let even a shred of doubt take root...who knew how quickly it might spread and consume us both? Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up and started pacing the cramped bounds of my prison. I had to shake her free of this defeatist spiral before it devoured her for both our sakes. "So what if he did give us a creep-show glare? The guy's unhinged, taking marching orders from a ruthless psycho like Scar." I grasped the steel bars, looking intently at her shadowy form. "We can't let him crawl into our heads like this with his mind games. Not when Mom and Dad are already out th

"Didn't I warn you? You're here to cooperate with Winnie's work—to serve her. She's the head of R&D. The future development of the new drug depends entirely on her. Who gave you the illusion that you could bare your teeth at her like that?" … Downstairs, my phone buzzed with a message from Alistair. 'If you don't like Maria, I'll have her leave the company.' 'Your favorite classical orchestra is performing tonight. I got two front-row tickets. We'll visit your mother first, then spend some time alone together. I'll be waiting for you at the cemetery at 5:00 PM. Don't be late.' I shook my head, pulled out the SIM card, snapped it in half, and tossed it into the trash. Oh, I felt disgusted by

I didn’t bring you here to break your fingers, Jarosława,” Magnus said. His voice was quiet and calm. “Pain goes away. Broken bones heal. Bruises disappear. I’m going to do something much worse.” I swallowed. My throat was dry, and my chest felt tight. “What are you talking about .“I’m going to destroy your confidence,” he whispered. His fingers stayed on my jaw for a moment before he slowly pulled his hand away. “Everything you believe in. Everything you use to feel safe. The rules and plans you have built your life around. I’m going to destroy all of it until you look into the darkness and understand that you belong there too.” He looked at me. “I’m not just the man holding you prisoner, p

Take me back, To the days. Of no wars or death, Of peace, Of laughter. Take me back, To those days, Where I could laugh, And not feel, Guilty for it. Just take me back. Tyler Stuart's Abandoned Journal Cain's POV "CALL ME GOD!!" The Destroyer, a voice in my head screamed loud and obnoxious. Pfft. I wasn't in the mood for his whines, had other things to think about. "Okay okay, I'll call you whatever you said I should. There, are you calmer now?" I said as though talking to an impertinent child.

Can the sky crash on me right now? I can't believe I've finished eight out of the ten things that I should do to destroy him. Only two steps away from reaching the point where I must break his heart. I'm thinking, do I really need to break his heart? Do I really have to be the weapon for the destruction of the most enormous jerk I've known in my whole life? Am I made for that? What if karma hits me even harder? Unravel me into shreds. Smash me into tiny bits. I should tap out of this crazy shit. My eyes brushed throughout the words written on the paper until I saw the one and only rule I have to follow.

We need him. *For what?* *To end this, all of it. The Church, the experiments. Everything.* Mateo stared at the screen. This was treason and conspiracy. If anyone found these messages, he'd be dead within the hour. He should delete them. He should report this to Esteban immediately. Instead, he typed: *How do I know I can trust you?* *You don't. But you know you can't trust them anymore. You've seen what they did to Lucien, what they're doing to the Catalina, to Gabriel. To everyone trapped in that place. You know it's wrong.*

My mind was a whirlwind of emotions and I suddenly started to feel dizzy, so I moved back till my hands found the bed and I plopped onto it. So Donald had finally decided to push through with his earlier plans of killing us off. I covered my head with my hands and began to tremble nervously at the thought. If he had already put in arrangements for their death, that meant he would kill all of my rogues including Sharon. "No!" I exclaimed, shaking my head repeatedly as the vision of them being killed played in my mind.