Novel & Cerita Paranoid Love

Lucas jumps off just in time before hitting the floor and picks the journal up from the rugged carpet. Slave to her own feelings, Tammy crazily paces the room, walking in circles and crying silently. Waves of emotions are pouring down her cheeks, as she tries to connect the missing dots. She finally has a better grasp of what happened to her parents, although she doesn't fully understand it. As she got closer to the end of her mother's writing, she couldn't help but notice the chemical formulas became more organic, letters linked into words, and words into sentences. For what had started as a log of her scientific findings, at the end it shifted into a personal diary, more intimate and raw.

I’m never like this, I don’t care about others then why her? When we arrived at the cemetery, I was stunned, I didn’t expect her to come to the cemetery. Was that the reason why she was whimpering? And with the way she looked at me today, the tears and pain I saw in her eyes made me wonder if that’s how it feels when you lose someone you love. I have never loved before so I don’t know how it feels. I canceled my plans and drove back to the cemetery, I can’t leave her alone at least not when she’s all sad. When I got there, I saw her seated in front of a grave that says ‘AMELIA IAN SINCLAIR

he mocks. “You do realise that sounds exactly like something she’d do, right?” I deadpan. He stiffens as his eyes blow wide, “She fucking well better not, I don’t want an animai. I learned the hard way; love is a load of shit. It’s like that drug humans take for cancer, what is it called? Chamo… chemotherapy! That’s it. You take this drug that’s meant to save your life, but while it’s supposedly doing that it’s eating away at every good cell and making you sicker and sicker until you either die or miraculously, manage to survive. Love is a poison and slowly it’s just going to eat away at you until there’s nothing left,” he says bitterly. You don’t become this bitter unless you truly were in

I couldn't even look at him as I was literally trembling. "Look at me, Impaurito gattino" (Translation - Impaurito - scared Gattino - kitten ) I looked up immediately although I didn't understand what he said at last but I understood the part where he told me to look at him. As I looked at him, I saw a smirk on his face. I already hate it ! He was looking like a devil who would eat me alive in no time. Our faces were quite closer and what he did next made me kill him right now.

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

“Wilde, you really are insane!” He smiled back with the same wild defiance. “Tasmin, opportunities go to the ones who deserve them. If some idiot fumbles them, that’s his problem. “People who are considered insane are always bound to end up in the same place. “We’re made for each other.” … During my time in the Rafferty family’s mansion, I occasionally received news from the Southside. After my fake death, Hugh had gone completely insane. He had become even more sullen and obsessive than before.

I stood there and listened to the bird cursing until it flew away on its own. I was not a fan of birds, especially parrots. That bird uses a curse word, and I know the wolf refers to me. I looked at Elise's figure on the couch, her hair covered her face entirely. I drew back the curtains and bent beside her. Her body curled on the couch. I brushed her hair off her face with my index finger, and her face came into view. Apart from her face being swollen, which made me wonder if she had been crying. Her plump lips caught my attention. I moved closer; my mind was not in the right state.

"Why did she wear a brooch from her first love as her husband's plus-one? Did she even care about him?" "That's not all. I saw it with my own eyes. On the day of the fire at the art exhibition, Misty Lawrence chose to save a painting over her husband. He nearly died in there!" "You know what's the most appalling of all? When Carter Flanagan finally decided to leave, she tried to keep him by spreading news of her fake pregnancy and getting netizens on her side! She totally deserves the divorce!" "And she threatened suicide when he refused to get back with her! She should have died!"

Upon hearing her voice, Mike’s brows furrowed in annoyance. His tone held unmistakable disgust. “Why are you still at home? Where’s your mom?” Startled by the sudden scolding, Melanie flinched. Her eyes instantly reddened, but even so, she carefully held out the family portrait she had spent an entire week drawing. With a trembling voice, she said, “This is the family picture I drew. I wanted to give it to you when you arrive back at home…” Before she could finish her sentence, just as the picture—filled with her love and anticipation—was about to reach Mike’s hands, a small hand snatched it away rudely.

* *You were close enough to want,* *But too far to ever touch…* *And it kills me more than I can tell…* *That I never had you…* 🎶 My voice cracked on the last line. “You need rest,” KC’s voice cut in. “That was horrible. You’ve never sounded so horrible before. It hurts my ears—and I’m not even human.” I let out a dry laugh, dragging a hand through my hair. “I’m done for, KC. What the hell is wrong with me?” “We both know the answer to that. You’re suffering from a condition called love, sir. However, your symptoms are worsening due to fear and anxiety. It has now accelerated to obsession.”