Paranoid Novels & Stories

"Their bodies are so addicted to the 'Shared-Heart' that they’re 'Self-Generating' it. It’s a 'Biological-Delusion.'" This led to the "Great-Somatic-Paranoia." Without the ability to "Know" the thoughts of their neighbors, the Sovereigns were rediscovering the "Old-World" pathologies: suspicion, jealousy, and the "Information-Asymmetry" that had powered the Thorne-Ares Ledger. The "Silence" was breeding "Secrets," and secrets were breeding fear.

'Screw it, it's just sugar right. She grabbed the bag and downed it all in one go. Some fell down her chin and unto her laptop and the powder shimmered once more. Trix swallowed the powder and blinked as her head began to spin. She suddenly lost consciousness and her slammed into the keyboard, writing a series of incoherent words. The bushes outside her window trembled and a pair of feline eyes peered through. *DO DRUGS AND NO UNDERAGE DRINKING. APOLOGIES TO ANY OFFENCE CAUSED WITH THE READING OF THIS CHAPTER.* COMMENT, VOTE AND SHARE ♥️♥️♥️

Zandrei sighed, his voice laced with genuine irritation that did little to hide the cold fury beneath. "I'm getting tired of this shit. This warehouse is starting to get on my nerves, but the rats just can't seem to stop coming at me." He kept a smirk on his face, a casual, almost bored expression that was more terrifying than any snarl. He strolled down the aisle of his men while his steps echoed. He stopped directly in front of the captive, looking down at the man who finally lifted his head, his eyes full of defiance. "I heard you've been spying on me recently," Zandrei began, his tone shifting from feigned annoyance. "Though, I suppose it was my fault for getting a little too comfortable

You just got out of that bed as if you didn't think that at any moment you could fall or stumble, imagine if you fell and hit your head-- he speaks nervously while he runs his hand through his hair messing up more than it already was his beautiful strands, that's just once with make it even sexier --- Stop being paranoid Deni...-- I am interrupted by a more nervous Deniel than he already was --- PARANOIA-- screams, scaring me-- my wife is attacked by a disgusting son of a bitch, besides that I find her passed out near a tree which she was brutally thrown and on top of that I have to put up with a bunch of people wanting getting close to MY female, knowing that

He will annoy me and force me at times but he is the one who always came first to help me in every situation. He is a paranoid possessive, but he is not harmful in other ways. I leaned back on the seat, playing the record again and again. And I suddenly realised one thing, Maximo is not a bad guy. He is just paranoid. But, why? I thought for a moment and then leaving Carla and Luna's topic aside, I went to G****e through my phone and searched for the reason for PPD. There was no specific reason for it. It could cause by genes and... My eyes got stuck in a few lines,

Carefully, making sure I was not inflicting more pain than she was already in, I ran my fingers over her swollen jaw and then her bruised eye, in hopes of discovering what truly happened to her. "Who was it?" I asked again. "I thought you were flying in tomorrow." "Who did this to you?" Sighing in exasperation, she slowly peeped at me, "It was a patient at the hospital." I grimaced in surprise, "What?" "He's schizophrenic." She explained. "They tend to have paranoid thoughts. Thought I was causing him harm." "It looks like he purposefully wanted to hurt you." "I know, but injuries like these always look worse than they actually are." She mumbled and wrapped he

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

“Then trust your gut, Elena. It’s a powerful thing. It’s led you through worse.” I swallowed hard, feeling a lump rise in my throat. “I just… I don’t want to be paranoid. But something’s wrong. I can feel it.” Mari gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “Paranoia is fear without cause. But you, my dear, have cause. Be careful. People who act too nice are often the ones you need to watch the most.” I thanked her quietly, gave her a brief hug, and left the room with a storm brewing in my chest.

As I walked through the streets of Chicago with a small box of crap from my desk, I felt almost like a zombie; like my physical body was there, but my brain was a million miles away. I wasn't even crying anymore... I just felt empty; like I didn't have anything going for me anymore.

Stevie’s POV Paranoia isn’t something that sneaks up on you all at once. It’s a slow, creeping thing that starts as a gut feeling, then plants itself like a weed, twisting and growing until it’s impossible to ignore. I used to think I wasn’t the kind of person who got paranoid. I’ve walked through dark alleyways with my camera strapped across my chest, flown to unfamiliar cities alone for assignments, trusted my instincts to keep me out of trouble. But tonight, I know for damn sure I’m being watched.