Worry A Novel Novels & Stories

I sigh to shrug the thought off, I don't need to worry, or is there anything to worry on the first place, it feels like there is but there's nothing so worrying to think about, it was confusing and frustrating. "Are you okay?" Henry asked me when he noticed that I was off a little bit, I look at him again and nodded, confuse and worry are shown on his face I shrug and grinned at him. "don't worry dear cousin I am fine," I said to get off the topic quickly I know he will not stop questioning me. He shrugs and smirks.

The memory of what we learned earlier keeps pushing its way back in. Worry lingers quietly beneath everything. That worry blocks the heat from rising the way it normally does. That has never happened before. Felix suddenly stops moving. The warmth behind me disappears as he steps back. My chest sinks slightly at the loss of him.

As they explained it to me, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if something went wrong. I knew Jarren, and I knew that there was no way he wasn’t going, no matter how much I begged him to stay. Even though they had a way in, I was worried that something would happen. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing him. I was excited we had a better chance. I was, but I was also stressed. Anything could go wrong, and I could lose him. That was all that I’d been thinking about, which was the reason I’d been in a sort of depressed state for almost a week. I was worrying myself with the possibilities of what could go wrong. I had even resorted to trying to see what would happen, but I was havin

Fuck! As I paced around my room, worry gnawed at my insides, each step echoing the unease that gripped my mind. My hands trembled with the weight of the news I had received from Kenzo—a revelation that cast shadows of doubt and regret upon my thoughts. Giulia, the woman who I didn't think was capable of bringing me laughter and warmth, now stood at the centre of my turmoil, her absence a gaping wound in my heart. Madness intertwined with worry as I grappled with the realization that Giulia was carrying within her the tangible evidence of our connection: a child conceived amid confusion, lust and longing, yet overshadowed by the silence that followed her departure.

He groaned and brushed his hair back before pulling it lightly. His mind woven worries like snow piling up on his front porch endlessly. As the snow piles up and slid down to his door, his ability to open his door becomes difficult. Piling up worries makes you lose your reasoning and rationality. It’s difficult to get trapped in a house of worries. “What does she think of me now?” He ended up asking himself. He cast his gaze upward like he was looking for an answer from above but all he saw is his white, flawless ceiling. “She must be thinking that it was creepy and stupid…”

It was the same answer I'd given myself countless times over the past several days whenever I found myself worrying about Lucien more than I thought I should. Yet, standing there beneath my grandparents' quiet, knowing gazes, the words simply refused to leave my mouth. For reasons I couldn't quite explain, they suddenly sounded... hollow. If my concern truly stemmed from nothing more than a promise, why had I spent an entire sleepless night worrying after hearing he intended to return to work? Why had hearing his voice over the phone only moments ago filled me with such quiet joy? And why, even now, was I worrying about him all over again?

“That’s why you’re like this.” Nora’s hand slipped from my chest. “What is he talking about?” she asked, her voice quieter now...but heavier. I looked at her then. Really looked. The worry was already there. The questions forming, pieces connecting faster than I could stop them. I didn’t want her in this. I didn’t want Lily in this. But it was already slipping out of my control. “It’s handled,” I said. “You don’t need to worry about it.” Her eyes narrowed. “Handled how?”

Looks like they don’t make coffee the way they used to anymore. We’re in Wanda’s house, she wants me by her side in case of any intruder, I really do hate it that the incident that happened has made her doubt herself and her security. Damn it. “I am okay,” I finally say. “You shouldn’t worry about me.” “Well, you have been looking at your mother’s journals for a long time now.” She takes a seat beside me, finding my hand and squeezing it gently. “I know this is a lot to take in, but you don’t owe anything to anybody.”

The room seemed to close in on her, amplifying her worry and frustration. Tears welled up in Hailee's eyes as she sank to the floor, overwhelmed by a sense of impending doom. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong, and the missing book only heightened her anxieties. Hailee's worries grew with each passing moment, leaving her with a profound sense of unease that gnawed at her very core.

The silence was unbearable, and it gnawed at her constantly, leaving her restless and anxious. She wandered through the mansion, her mind swirling with thoughts of what might have gone wrong. Was Francisco suspicious of her? Had he discovered something that she didn’t know about? The possibilities were endless, and each one was more terrifying than the last. Hazel rubbed her forehead, trying to ease the tension building there, but it was no use. The worry was like a heavyweight pressing down on her, and she couldn’t shake it off.