Worry A Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

I'm not a robber or a thief, I have nothing to fear. I also let this problem, and consider it a normal thing that should be ignored. I started to open the laptop and write a new novel script. I just hope his new novel doesn't take me to his world anymore, like what happened in the past. I write the werewolf genre and about a girl with a fun adventure.

Andre Rivero POV I was a worrier. It was in my nature as a valet. I made sure everything lined up properly throughout Joemar’s day, and I anticipated all the small things that might derail it. Worrying helped me predict those distractions. But right now, my worries were personal. And they involved Melissa Villar.

I said, reaching down to help her up. As she stood, I made a mental note to dig into her worries. Now that the immediate chaos was over, I had a list of things to settle, dealing with the man who attacked her and solving the theory of that necklace. I doubted Novel realized the danger she was in, the way that jewelry seemed to be either consuming her or shielding her. I couldn't even force it off her neck. Maybe I’m just hallucinating, I thought, trying to calm my racing mind. Maybe I’m reading too much into it. If she isn't complaining, it must be safe.

The more he tried to remove the thoughts from his mind, the more it weighed on him that he was unable to do any work and had to stand up and start pacing up and down his home or office almost sick with worry. He knew Lunaria should be home because it was already late so how safe won't she be at home? Her father’s Palace was the most guarded place in the pack so he knew how secure she was but why wouldn't the feeling go away? It was like his wolf was talking to him, troubling him, refusing to allow him to concentrate and he knew he could not overlook it anymore and he had to do something at this point before he went crazy with worry.

It calmed my blood yet rattled my nerves at the same time. I’d first light the streets of Chicago on fire before I let something happen to her but it couldn’t stop me from worrying like a paranoid mother. Worry, it was one feeling I hadn’t been exposed to until I met my stepsister. I’ve never had to worry about anything in my life, not my first fight, clash with rivals, not the burden of being don of Cosa Nostra. Yet, here I was, obsessing over the safety of a small blonde with zero security consciousness.

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“Don’t think about it. We’re not worrying about it right now.” “Knox, how can I not worry?” I exhale. “Our house still isn’t ready because the workers can’t finish in the cold. And yeah, maybe he doesn’t know where I am now, but what if he goes to my old place? What if Keisha or Carmen is there? What if he thinks punishing me means hurting somebody else? He’s a weird dude. I’m worried.” He pulls me into his chest and kisses my forehead. “Stop. I’m not telling you again, don’t worry.”

And I’ve been too busy being annoyed to really notice. Eventually, the chaos starts to shrink. The floor reappears. Her bed looks less like a battlefield and more like somewhere a person might actually sleep. And for the first time since I stepped into this apartment, I pause. Not because I’m done cleaning. But because I finally let myself feel it. That quiet, aching thing I hadn’t wanted to name? Worry. Real, sinking, bone-deep worry. I scoop up a few crumpled receipts and cross the room to set them on her desk — but then I notice her laptop. Still open. The screen faintly glowing.

Worris didn't let her go on her own and sent his driver to drop her at her home, safely. Fuoco could not help but think how things changed suddenly within a matter of few days. How she used to think of Derek when she first met him and she uses to be tensed that he would be an headache in her life. She could never forget that night whose wounds have not yet healed yet. Weren't these the sample people who were trying to harm her some days back and Now, they were concerned about her safety. The scene of how she was kidnapped by Mr. Worris's men in the afternoon amid a lot of people came in front of her eyes and she compared it to the present times when he was not ready to let her go alone becau