Novel & Cerita Paranoid

"Your guilt, your anger, your paranoia, Damien—they are the gasoline fueling this fire. As long as you believe you are broken, this mind will burn you alive." Damien's chest heaved. He looked at his own reflection in the water. He saw himself in the bunker corridor, pointing his gun at Marcus, pointing his weapon toward his own family, consumed by the cold, paranoid beast he had cultivated as a soldier. He had almost killed his team because he couldn't stop seeing threats in the dark. My flaw, Damien realized, his teeth grinding together as he forced his head up. My paranoia isn't a weapon. It’s the door she’s using to break us.

“You mean my mom has a mental problem?” “Yes, the patient shows signs of a mental problem. She seems to be trapped in a downward mental health spiral: stubbornness, digging herself a deep hole, and paranoia.” Summer nodded as she listened carefully. Those signs were indeed showing in her mom. “But you must be easy on her and don’t agitate her anymore. You know, people who are too paranoid sometimes do things they can’t even imagine.” “Do you have any psychologist to recommend, doctor?”

He chuckled lightly and went away. “What was that?” Nora crossed her arms over her chest. “Nothing.” Penelope dragged herself towards her workstation. “I was just…” she closed her eyes in embarrassment. “You were distracted by his hair again, weren’t you?” Nora sighed. She covered her face. “You are actually very dumb. Just like a white person.” She said and put on her headphones. “We both are white.” She scrunched her nose. “Yeah, but you are the dumb one.” She rolled her eyes. “I know.” She covered her face again. ***

Before things could escalate, Tiodor explained that he wanted to talk to her. “We’re going out, and I need you to behave,” he informed her. The young woman didn’t object, holding on to the hope that she might find a way to contact someone who could help her. When it was time to leave, Libia got into the car, feeling a wave of paranoia. Going outside didn’t feel the same as before; she had gotten used to that house. She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly. “Everything okay?” Lison demanded. “I feel strange,” she replied, her voice shaky.

"It's not that I am unwilling to join the Army, it's just not my place. I still have a mission to accomplish before i do anything else. And if i join, those fellow soldiers will just be killed by me on the battlefield. You get what i mean Santini?" It's true. Once this mad psycho kills one person, he'll just kill everyone around him, allies or not. "You have a point.." "The government doesn't know that my problem is that serious. So they just keep pressuring me." "Why not just tell them the reason?" "No. They'll send me to the psychiatry and have me confined. That'll be the last place in the universe I'll be in." Next day, Carmen suddenly wasn't feeling well. And she fainted in Brian's arms.

Gunnar asks in a scary voice that makes me visibly cringe. "I'm an assassin, Gunnar. My job is to have ears everywhere. And right now, the entire western hemisphere is buzzing with talk of war. A war that just so happens to be coming due to human auctioning. Apparently, some very powerful humans have discovered the supernatural black market. Many packs are siding with the upset humans. They want human flesh NOT to be sold. They say packs who purchase humans are stuck in time and are barbaric. The packs siding with the sells are, of course, saying it is time to end the facade that humans have any say," Hilda explains as her eyes flash to me.

Making everyone scream in hysterics instantly. The music suddenly stopped. Replaced with uncontrollable chaos and screaming. Jack stopped his guitar playing. He came to the front of the stage and smiled horribly. Jack took out a knife from the pocket he had prepared earlier. He slit his own throat until blood gushed from his neck with an expressionless face.

"Hannah, listen to yourself! You're talking about conspiracy theories. About Maria being some kind of spy planted in our family. Do you hear how paranoid that sounds?" "It's not paranoid if it's TRUE!" "It's not true! It's the delusion of someone who so badly wants something to be true!" His voice turned stern. “I've taught you to not let emotions affect and control you, especially when you're heading a company. See you now. Just look how paranoid you sound. This thing with your unacceptance for Maria is starting to get out of hand.” I felt like I'd been slapped. "I'm not obsessed. I'm not delusio

“You understand that.” I scrutinized him. “You didn’t have anything to do with the leak, did you?” His gaze steadied. “If I had, you’d already be aware.” “Maybe I am,” I deadpanned. A low, humorless chuckle escaped him. “Careful, you’re beginning to sound a bit paranoid.” “Paranoia is simply pattern recognition in overdrive,” I countered. He gave my shoulder a friendly slap. “Or it’s guilt masquerading as suspicion.”

After that scenario, my senses became oblivious. I don’t what to do. There are so many circumstances that keep on bursting into my head that I come to be paranoid. I can’t even trust my guts now because I’m not sure when will they ambush us. I can’t even communicate with my mate because of my problems. How funny it is, right? Because even if he’s my mate, I still dispute his trust which I shouldn’t because I know, deep inside my heart, he’s deadly serious about me and he loves me so much that no matter what happens, he’ll choose me.