Paranoid Garden Novels & Stories

Dr. Kriza angrily runs out of the room and walks straight into the garden of the mansion. She is extremely mad right now because she knows that no matter what happens, she will be blamed for what happened earlier. Dr. Krizza grits her teeth as she harshly combs her hair using her fingers out of frustration. She feels really irritated by what happened earlier, and right now she needs to forcefully calm herself down. She is going to close her eyes to make herself calm when a familiar man barges in.

That I wasn't trapped in this place with a deadly monster. "This here is the gardens. In the springtime, it is a lovely sight to see. And I even have a few benches for reading." Emmet explained as we finished our tour of the grounds. Emmett seemed to have everything from a large greenhouse to a tennis court to a garden. It was so strange to think of him doing any of these things. It felt too human and made him almost relatable in a way that didn't sit well with me. I gave him a forced smile, looking over the dead garden and trying not to picture the beauty of it all when everything was in full bloom.

"I can feel it. The air is changing." ​For five years, we had lived in peace. The Pantheon was a ghost, and the Ouroboros had vanished into the underground. But lately, the "Resonance" in my blood—the faint, phantom itch that never truly went away—had begun to throb. ​Suddenly, the perimeter alarms of the Garden—low-tech bells and tripwires we’d installed—began to chime. ​A figure emerged from the treeline. It wasn't a soldier. It was a woman, stumbling, her clothes tattered and her skin pale. She collapsed at the edge of our meadow.

Lana's Pov I was back in the lab, but I couldn't focus on the blood samples. Every time I closed my eyes, I smelled that bitter herb from Silas’s room. Someone was hurting people on purpose. This wasn't just a sickness. It was a plan. I looked at the door to the playroom. My boys were sitting there, looking bored. They missed our house. They missed their garden. And most of all, I knew they missed Jasper. I needed to talk to him. I needed him to tell me that everything was going to be okay.

I shouted. I scanned the area around the garden's exit. Something was wrong. I saw no guards, and it was too… quiet. I drew a deep breath, and my nostrils filled with a strong, coppery smell. I slowed down my steps and looked beneath my feet. The sandy path was stained with dark red… My stomach twisted into knots, but I kept moving. “Hello?! Is anyone here?!” I exclaimed as I darted out of the garden, heading to the tall fence and the massive gate.

And worse, someone close was feeding him out like scraps. His Empire, which was strong, steel and untouchable suddenly felt like a child's play. “Adrien.” Isabella’s voice was steady, but her eyes weren’t. She stood in the doorway, holding her phone tight, and then watching him like she was already counting the damage “Security’s sweeping every floor. The burner’s locked down but IT’s already digging. We’ll have a name soon.” “Soon’s useless,” Adrien bit out, his voice low and venom-laced. He stalked to the window, the city stretched calm and cruel outside, glittering like it wanted to mock him.

"I am dead, boy. The Orchid keeps my brain firing, but my body is fertilizer. If you take the flower... I turn to dust." Hyena stepped forward. "I don't care about your family drama. I have a quota." Hyena raised his gun. "No!" Jack shouted. Hyena fired. The bullet hit the vine protecting Alan’s chest. But the vine didn't break. It caught the bullet. The garden woke up. The trees shifted. The grass turned into spikes. "HOSTILE ACTION DETECTED," The Gardener's voice changed. It became the booming voice of the Pyramid. Vines shot out from the floor. They wrapped around Hyena's men on the perimeter.

’ ‘I want a garden … even a condemned man gets one last request. ‘You’re not facing a firing squad.’ Andrea treated her to a fulminating appraisal. A garden? What the hell did she want with a garden? That was not a reasonable request. That would take more time to organise and waiting for her was killing him by inches. Ever since he had first seen her, a parade of disturbingly erotic images had kept up a constant assault on his concentration. He was tired of that mental invasion and unlikely ever to be a convert to the art of patience.

They did not struggle to see what is around since there are posts in every road side that is lighting the place. "How can we find them?" she asks, hissing. "This place is huge –" "There," Plian said, making Margo to stop and looked at what the old woman is pointing. "Talia loves nature and they probably went inside that garden. No one is allowed there and only reckless will do. That place is a harm." Margo swallowed. "What do you mean that that garden is a harm? That something there will eat someone?" Plian looked at her. "The owner of that garden is a grandfather and a girl, they say that they are creepy and is living in an underground. Let's get there."

My body tensed as a chills filled me. I wasn’t alone. I straightened and strained my ears for any sound. I couldn’t hear anything, but I could still feel it. I slowly turned my head, and scanned the area. Asides from the workers who were busy, the garden was empty. I swallowed hard and forced myself to remain calm, and I told myself that it was just paranoia. It had to be. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that if I turned too fast, I’d see something lurking just beyond the garden.