Paranoia Will Destroy Ya Novels & Stories

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.

My chair and desk are overturned, curtains ripped down and vases shattered into countless pieces, making the room look as though a hurricane had torn through it. Eventually all my strength leaves me and I collapse onto the carpet near the bed before breaking down completely. Painful, agonized sobs tear from my chest while I cry so hard it becomes hard to breathe. “They all hate you.” The whisper suddenly cuts through the room, making my entire body go still. “No one wants you here.” I had almost managed to convince myself the voices from before were simply paranoia brought on by stress and isolation but now they are back. “They all want you dead.”

"Are you seriously asking me what's wrong, huh? As if you don't know that you all are trying me and my patience, messing with the facility's system, and gathering evidences to destroy me and my plan. Your audacity to that in my place is such a big! But let me tell you, no matter what you do, you won't succeed. You can't destroy me." "I have your family. I control the zombies, the parasites. I control the whole situation, so if you wanted to stay alive and your family to be safe, do what I told you to do and stop messing with me! I may not know what you are planning but I am sure you are doing everything to destroy me. Let me tell you these, doctors, and soldiers, I am always two steps ahead

(Noah’s Pov) I’m not saying I regret hacking that crypto wallet. I’m just saying maybe—maybe—I should’ve waited until I wasn’t two Red Bulls deep and laughing at memes with my socks half off. Because now, I’m paranoid. Like... maybe-the-laptop-is-staring-at-me paranoid. But hey, what’s life without a little self-sabotage? “Yo, tell me again how you're not going to prison?” Pixel mumbles in my headset. Her voice is warped by the ambient hum of my dying PC fan, but still very judgmental.

Every day feels like a battle, and I’m losing pieces of myself with each one. But I can’t let Jacob hurt Mia or my parents. As long as they’re safe, I can endure this. I have to. Still, a small part of me refuses to give up hope. Maybe one day, I’ll find a way out of this. Maybe one day, I’ll be free. Until then, I’ll keep pretending. Keep smiling when I need to. Keep surviving. My paranoia started to worsen, I started to loose my mind, one time, I heard Jacob say he was going to take me on a date, I got dressed and told him that I was ready. He looked at me with disgust and I got a good beating thereafter.

The uneasy alliance with Lyra’s pack now teetered on the brink, threatened by the rising tide of paranoia, and the seeds of doubt had begun to poison the very heart of our own community. The insidious seeds of paranoia, once subtle whispers in the shadows, began to sprout into tangible acts of distrust. Small incidents, easily dismissed in calmer times, now took on sinister significance. A misplaced tool during training was seen as sabotage. A hushed conversation was interpreted as a conspiracy. The very air within the pack house felt thick with suspicion, a suffocating tension that threatened to shatter our fragile unity.

I whispered after a couple of minutes of silence, resting a comforting hand at the nape of his neck. “No, no, I am fine here!” He exclaimed but his voice was still a bit shaky. So I tilted his head up once more to look deep into my eyes. “Remember, Pet, we can always enjoy a scene at any moment if it becomes too much for you. Do you remember your safeword? “Yes, master. Red to stop and yellow to slow down.” Jasper replied and this time, his tone holds much more confidence.

Carefully. “Trauma-induced paranoia.” Mateo’s jaw tightened. I looked at Bianca. Her breathing had gone shallow. Her eyes were glassy. “No,” she said weakly. “No, that’s not—” “It doesn’t mean you’re broken,” the psychiatrist said. “It means your mind is trying to protect you.” I leaned closer to Bianca. “It’s okay to need help,” I whispered. Her eyes filled with tears. I looked at Mateo then. Let my eyes shine. Let them look tired. Sad.