Unscramble Anxiety Novels & Stories

Anxiety gnawed at her, questioning the future of her relationship with Ansel. Erica felt happy that she could help Ansel, the person she loved, even though it meant sacrificing something precious to her. It was a night they shared, immersed in love and appreciation. Despite the influence of a stimulant drug, Ansel maintained a gentle and affectionate demeanor, ensuring he neither acted rough nor caused discomfort or pain to Erica. Alongside the happiness, fear was also nurtured in Erica's mind. She feared that after the incident, their relationship could change in a negative way. Ansel might become distant, avoidant, and create a distance between them out of concern for facing unwanted conse

In. Out. I repeat it silently like a prayer, like a chant I need to hold onto to keep from spiraling. After a few minutes, the anxiety loosens just a little, like a knot slowly unraveling. I glance at my wristwatch again. Still no change. Then I glance up at the digital display board—its orange letters flashing the same annoying word: POSTPONED. It blinks like a stubborn reminder. I feel panic rising again and immediately clutch my chest, grounding myself with another deep breath. That’s when I spot a woman in uniform walking past. She looks like she knows something—anyone in a uniform does in a place like this.

Not anymore. But does that bother him? Anxiety has become almost an integral part of his life. It was much more difficult to understand what exactly it was called at the moment. The wind blew through the wide window, the shutters were flung open. Elastic jets of icy cold touched the skin, disheveled the hair. He stepped towards them, passed between the columns and stood at the window. The outstretched hand felt the needles of cold digging into the palm, the fingers clenched into a fist by themselves, a few words escaped from the lips - distorted, similar to the rustling of the wind: - What is happening?

Gabrielle sat down at the sofa in his apartment and by lowering his eyes and tap his arms He tap and tap his arms and did it many times while also crossing his arms He was so anxious while waiting for his nephew to arrive The system know it's host was anxious for the little nephew that was still not at home, so to the system who was also starting to worry tried it's best to release its Host burden even thought it was just a little and his Host anxiousness while waiting for his little nephew

It had been a long time since I had a nightmare so bad. It took me a long while to recenter myself. I wasn’t even able to go eat breakfast with the rest of the faction due to still feeling afraid of what I would see or feel. I couldn’t get my anxiety under control. When my phone rang I physically jumped in fear and panic. Taking a deep breath, I grab for my phone and release my deep breath very slowly before answering the phone.

he announces. Anxiety ripples through me as my heart begins to beat erratically against my chest. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Does he know? I panic.

Storm I didn’t know what to think about this whole situation. Thinking about what could happen when I got back downstairs had my stomach churning. My throat and chest felt tight. And I was gripping the pillow to my chest so that the girls couldn’t see that my hands were shaking. The girls seemed sure that Alpha Doyle was going to be fine. But how could they be so sure? Alphas were unpredictable by nature. I could feel my anxiety increasing the more I thought about the whole situation.

Because Sammy has been Alexander love, and he had been left. Anxiety begins to claw its way up from Alexander stomach, up through his throat, making breathing difficult. Alexander struggles and kicks out the covers feeling constricted. He manages to roll out of the king-sized bed and fumble into the attached bath. He immediately goes to the shower and turns on the water. Quickly disrobing, he moves to stand under the hot water, taking deep breaths in an attempt to stave off the panic tightening around him like a vice. He allows the heat to smooth him, concentrating on the way the water hits his skin and trails down his body dragging the tension with it. Once his breathing even outs, Alexand

I felt really anxious and felt like coming here was a bad idea now. "Let me see your hand." Aiden said looking concerned. Why did he want my hand? He wasn't going to hold it was he? I tried not to think about it and did as he asked. He flipped my palm upwards and started to message circles into it and my wrist. I started to feel better and less anxious. "There you go that should help. Sorry you looked really nervous." I blushed. "Thanks. I have anxiety. I take medication for it but sometimes I get anxious still." I said with a shrug. He looked concerned.

And that's why I ended up skipping out the rest of the day Wednesday. Jennifer said that Noah cleared my schedule for tomorrow to work on the presentation with him and Adam. The anxiety started to bloom in my chest as a delicious tension was building in my stomach. Psychology has found that people sometimes mislabel excitement as anxeity. So I just have to trick my brain into being extra excited about all of this. About seeing Adam after what happened in my office. About seeing Noah now that I know he's definitely PrinceCharming. And being excited instead of anxious for my me to jump not knowing if I'll fly high or fall to my doom below.