Paranoid Novels & Stories

We mustn't show weakness, only when we are left alone and even then, it's disputable. "All at the warehouse. They already started training." The man said, letting out a breath from talking too quickly. "Good.Tell Alec & Brandon at my office in five" He demanded and I could feel the tension filling the room. With what I have heard, I tried to connect the dots. The Santos are those fuckers who destroyed my perfect leg and scarred it Those are preparing for a war against Zayn, the Italian Mafia but with what motive? That is still meant to find out. Their allies with the Irish and Russians are to be utilized properly and the rest, I do not want to piss him off by sneaking in his office to find o

His voice hinted naughtiness and immediately a loud growl was heard on the other side. "Who is it?" Alexander's voice was mixed with feelings of both anger and protectiveness. Amara instantly looked around and there was nobody. She immediately knew whose voice it belonged. With each passing day and every second her anxiety increased. She was so emotionally dependent upon Alexander. "I'm into a lot of problem here Alex. I need your help." Amara's tone sounded much anguished and distressed. She told Alexander about everything starting from her uncle's miserable mental health, the missing of Aunt Stella, the phone call she got with his number, her visit to the haunted house, the fakir's rescue,

Something's up, she just knows it. Gerald finally arrived home, feeling guilty like a child who stole meat from a pot. He felt like he'd been running, although he couldn't understand what he was running from. Staring at the doorknob, he took I'm a deep breath and walked in. Hopefully Serena would be asleep and he wouldn't have to face her for the rest of the night.

I clasped his hand tightly, almost walking with a bounce on my every step due to sky-rocketing excitement. I would completely feel at ease if Ivan wasn’t bothering me. But I couldn’t be fully happy now knowing that he could be near us and might attack us anytime he wanted to. After all, I didn’t know what was going on in his mind right now. He might desperately want me back and that was all I could think of. Oh, what am I thinking? I’m getting paranoid now and it’s killing my moment with Aris! Stop thinking about Ivan, Ondrea! He doesn’t worth your time and you deserve to be happy.

" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."

"Don't! Don't make noises, and Don't panic,'' I warned them. We stood back to back in an attacking position. I was the oldest one here. All three of us were omegas. And I couldn't even shift properly. I wasn't even sure if I could use the pack link or not. " June, Cathy, try to use the pack link and ask for help." "I'm trying already. Seems like we are not in the range anymore," Cathy said. June was already terrified. She was almost trembling. Cathy was on the verge of crying as well. "We can't make it like this," I told them. "You two need to listen and calm down." But nothing was helping. They were getting more and more panicked. The appearances were becoming visible quickly.

"Listen to yourself. Listen to how paranoid you sound." "I'm not paranoid..." "You absolutely are, you've convinced yourself that everyone's lying except you. That there's this massive conspiracy to fake a pregnancy and destroy your marriage. That's textbook paranoia, Eve." "Or it's accurate assessment of a situation you're too blind to see..." "I'm not blind, I'm looking at the evidence. Real evidence, not theories and suspicions and things you think you overheard. Medical evidence that says she's pregnant." "Medical evidence that could have been manipulated..."

“And what is the price you place on that power when a mate is put in danger? Today it’s me, tomorrow it could be yours.” Alpha Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed. “I haven’t met my mate yet. Are you…are you threatening me?” he queried, cocking his head to the side. The man was even more paranoid than Gabe. “It must be tough, Alpha Lorenzo,” I began sympathetically, my voice sickly sweet. The man nodded, agreeing with me wholeheartedly without any clue what I was going to say next. “Being so paranoid, you probably think even your own wolf is plotting against you.”

“When you dismiss everything I feel? That’s not trust—that’s betrayal.” He reached for me, but I pulled away, storming back into the shop to grab my bag. The seamstress pretended not to notice, her needle trembling. I drove home alone, my hands shaking on the wheel, Marcus’s words echoing: *paranoid, irrational, imagining things.*

I looked down and curses that freaking weirdo in my head. “Faster baby girl!” he shouted making others look at him and then to me. “Fuck!”