Paranoid Novels & Stories

The simple word, typed in stark white against the black screen, held a universe of pain, a lifetime of self-doubt. "You've got me messed up in ways I don't even have names for." Before she could fully process the weight of that confession, another message arrived, each word a hammer blow to her carefully constructed defenses,threat-ening to shatter them completely. Johnny: "When you talk to someone else, I feel it in my teeth." Jealousy, raw and possessive, dripped from the words, a primal instinct laid bare. "When you smile at someone else, I lose my damn mind."

An odd video had caught my attention, my eyes glued to my cell phone screen, watching every movement of the lady who performed and the words that were being displayed on the screen when tears rolled down my cheeks. My hands began to vibrate, my teeth gnashing against each other. with the last restricted strength in me, I type a message which says. {Having a mental breakdown. Talk to you later} This same message was forwarded to four of my closest friends and the same people I was speaking to, this act of mine was done to make sure no one was alarmed by why I was no longer responding to my messages. Images began to flash before my eyes and my system became weak, so weak that I could not respo

Cain stood up and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the migraine that was building with the sudden onslaught of his hyper-conscious senses. "Don't worry about it." He walked over to the wet bar and poured the last remaining liter of blood from the plastic bag into the stainless steel shaker. "I'm out," he said, showing Daniel the empty bag. "Already?" Daniel asked incredulously. "You've gone through five bags in two days..." "I can start going through people if you'd like," Cain said shortly. He noticed how uncomfortable his comment made Daniel and he shook his head. "It's her," he admitted. "What do you mean?"

The uneasy alliance with Lyra’s pack now teetered on the brink, threatened by the rising tide of paranoia, and the seeds of doubt had begun to poison the very heart of our own community. The insidious seeds of paranoia, once subtle whispers in the shadows, began to sprout into tangible acts of distrust. Small incidents, easily dismissed in calmer times, now took on sinister significance. A misplaced tool during training was seen as sabotage. A hushed conversation was interpreted as a conspiracy. The very air within the pack house felt thick with suspicion, a suffocating tension that threatened to shatter our fragile unity.

Serena felt dirty, it turned her stomach to think she was almost raped by a drunk man, wanting to tell Alex that she was fine, she found herself the moment she opened her mouth, throwing up every contents in her belly, she felt weak and almost wanted to fall when Alex quickly held her.

I glance at my bare arms to see if I can see something move despite the ridiculousness of it. My skin feels so tight that it is starting to feel tender and sore. It must be the stress, I tell myself as I lower my head to charge on. Just breathe, Olivia. This is no big deal. You can call a taxi when you want, I chant in an attempt to calm my fear. But the anticipation for what, I have no idea what grows. It’s not long before I whip my head side to side, a strong sense of paranoia pressing down on me, and scratching my arms, trying to ease the tightness of my skin. I must look like a wacked junkie in need of a fix.

Before Hazel could respond, the room's lights flickered. Every screen turned black. A message appeared. COMPROMISED MEMBER IDENTIFIED. Everyone froze. A photograph appeared. A member of the National Guards. Then another. A clan leader. Then another. A civilian. Three names. Three faces. Claire stepped toward the screen. "Who sent this?" Jae shook his head. "I don't know." The screen changed. THE FIRST THREE ARE EASY. Then: THE FOURTH IS BESIDE YOU. Everyone froze. Miyan looked at Claire.

At 6am, I start my exercise in my private gym, I took all my frustration on the punching bag, after that I get ready for work and move out of the mansion without having any breakfast. In the afternoon, when I was in a meeting my phone start buzzing, I ignored it but it was continuously buzzing so without any delay I received the call. When I was lashing on the person, I heard a scream which scared me to death, I was numb….. Hey guys! How are you? Hope you are fine and doing well. What you think about the phone call, who could it be? What is the reason for the big bad mafia boss to be scared of?? Let me know what you guys think about this…

My euphoria was over and Vic pulled away, as Anya coughed loudly behind him. I felt so embarrassed that I wanted a hole to open up right in front of me, so I can jump in and disappear! Why do I keep doing this to myself?? Why do I keep wanting something I would never get! I didn't have the time recover much as all my friends began to give me presents and wished me once again. Rahul and his girlfriend Pari were the last to wish me.

~Valentina~ ------------------------------------------- Paranoia is a clever poison. It doesn’t choke you all at once. It drips. Drips. Drips. Until even the sound of your own heartbeat starts to feel like a lie. I used to be sure of my steps. Now, every hallway feels like a question. Every look from Alessandro, every touch, every word... a riddle I’m too tired to solve. And still, I have to. Because the stakes? They're not just names or bloodlines anymore. They're flesh. Mine. My child’s.