Paranoid Garden Novels & Stories

With flickering eyes, I check once more, unable to shake off the brewing sensation as the reoccurring feeling I had felt out on the training field seeps back in smotheringly. A definite knowing of prying eyes overwhelms me as the unknown entity somehow finds me in return while I hide behind the hanging cloth. I squint hard, focusing with determination as I scan the gardens to no avail, noticing the surge gradually diminish within me just as quick as it had come. As I let out a shaky breath I put the unexplainable notion down to blatant paranoia, forcing myself to trudge back to bed despite my mind begging to do otherwise. “What the hell is wrong with me,” I groan internally as I lie back dow

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As they ventured deeper into the garden, an air of intrigue and mystique surrounded them. The garden was a breathtaking tapestry of colors and scents. Towering cherry blossom trees painted the sky with delicate shades of pink, while vibrant peonies and orchids lined the paths, perfuming the air with their sweet fragrance. Stone pathways wound through lush greenery, leading to hidden corners and secret alcoves. As Liam and Rose strolled along the garden's meandering paths, they could almost hear the whispers of past filmmakers, the echoes of their creative energy lingering in the air. Scenes from famous movies shot in this very garden danced in their minds, fueling their imaginations and insp

I toss sideways not planning to miss any view because every plant here are wonderful. My illusion and happiness fell when I stepped on a branch that ended up making a very loud voice. "Who is there!" Someone barked from inside the garden. Oh! The garden also have a tent, so mysterious. "Who is there!" the voice approach me and then it sounded so familiar in my ears. Ashman.

“What did I do? It’s just a garden.” “It’s not just any kind of garden, madam! This garden has been that way for the past three years and no one has dared set foot there until now.” driven by emotions which caused me to shift my vision back to the garden. Her eyes screaming at me. “Is being obedient too much of you to do in exchange for your life, or are you just doing these unnecessary things to attract attention to yourself?” Looking at Dania under the bright sky, her stoned face driven by emotions which caused me to shift my vision back to the garden.

So, was Delbert having a relapse of his paranoia? "Do you regret it?" Seeing her confused face, Delbert suddenly leaned in, his eyes cold and dark, clearly obsessive to the extreme. "But it's too late. Once these chains are on you, don't even dream about taking them off!" Delbert's handsome, cold face gradually turned fierce; his voice carried a hint of ferocity and cruelty, chilling to the bone. "From now on, you shall be my caged bird. You know, I'm that kind of man: paranoid and extremely possessive!"

The duo had slept really late last night, all plans of sleep had fled when they had crept to bed and they had spent time chatting instead. Louisa decided to make some coffee, as Naa Larley's mention of the stuff had had her craving it... plus she figured that even though her best friend couldn't drink it, she could definitely smell it and feel a little better. She looked outside from the kitchen window as she poured some water into the tea kettle. The window overlooked the beautiful garden her mother tended and the fusion of colours and the wonderful smell always left her in a great mood whenever she had the time to appreciate it. She could see the old lady busy working on a sunflower patch

Says Giovanni when he catches my gaze. I cleared my throat. "I don't plan on starting my own family." I don't think I would be suited to be a mother. When I was a teenager I decided to not have kids. I don't want to bring my child to this unpleasant world. The fact that I am a criminal with enemies will be a risk. Being paranoid 24/7 knowing that my child isn't safe even with me breaks my heart. "What about you?" I murmur. "I plan on starting a family." he smiles to himself, for some inexplicable reason I find myself blushing.

When his eyes finally opened, they were clear—the dark brown she had memorized—but there was a shadow there, a flicker of the Archon’s lingering influence. "Don't look at the sky," Silas croaked, his voice raw, his hand instinctively reaching for her. "The satellites are tracking the pulse. Every time the code flares in your eyes, they get a signal." Verina didn't look up, but she could feel the cold, heavy weight of the orbital array focusing on their position. She realized then that the garden wasn't a sanctuary; it was a cage. She stood up, her body moving with a fluid, unnatural precision she hadn't possessed before. She walked toward the center of the scorched lilies, where the energy d

“It’s luck you can plan for.” A soft tone broke the room’s sterile hush. A second display ribboned alive along the far wall—feeds from the perimeter: the main gate; the eastern service road; a drone’s lazy map of rooftops. On one camera, a fox crossed the lawn with the confidence of something that had outlived kings. “Sir,” Adam said, “if we’re moving on this site, we will intersect other interests. Military. Private collections. Governments that pretend they lost track a long time ago.”