Worry Books Novels & Stories

said nothing but smiled. "Are you worried about anything? " she asked. "I am always worried right? " I replied. "That's why I have anxiety disorder." I added. She smiled again saying nothing. Meanwhile, I was worried about the cabal and the latest demolition notices in circulation but there was no way I would tell her about that. It was a secret Shadrach James, My mother and I shared. Dr. Amrah said I shouldn't keep anything from her but I wasn't telling her about this. "Fetty you know problems are inevitable right? " she began. "You pointed that fact in the poem you wrote." she said. "You see, being worried is not a big deal. We all get worried. I have lots of worries too." she continued w

Was he not going too overboard with this…? Dr. Weir continued, “Don’t think too much. These books are giving me a headache, and you don’t know how annoying it gets. I’ve known each of these books too well, and all the apprentices fought against one another just to get these books. Look, as their senior, it’ll seem biased no matter who I handed them to—this is a recipe for trouble. Also, the properties, companies, and factories are merely worth a penny or two. Is it worth it for them to kill one another?”

But the I was worried again What if this book held no answers? What if it was just another dead end? With hesitant hands, I retrieved the silver-covered book from the shelf and felt a flicker of anticipation. I couldn't let my worries deter me. After all, I had come too far to turn back now. I carried it with cautious reverence, aware of the weight of my expectation, I noticed another book tucked behind it—a dusty tome with an antique cover that seemed to have witnessed the passage of time. Curiosity coursed through me as I cradled the two books in my arms, their weight a tangible reminder of the knowledge they held within. I couldn't help but wonder about what secrets they concealed within

Knox’s POV I threw myself into work, but my mind was nowhere near it. No matter how busy I stayed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming. Something bad. That sick pressure sat in my chest all morning. Granddad kept telling me to stop worrying, that everything was handled, but worrying about Sienna wasn’t something I knew how to shut off. Especially not with that fucking pervert walking free. Universal Airlines had exploded overnight. We were pulling in extra teams, expanding into more cities, meetings stacked on meetings. I buried myself in it, fingers moving fast across the keyboard, trying to outrun my thoughts.

she replied her and when she noticed the worry on her face, she said, “Be at ease. There is nothing to worry about.” Like a spell, Amber suddenly felt relaxed and she walked to one of the shelves before pulling out a book. A frown came to form on her face and she pulled out few other books before placing them back in its place. Turning her body to look at the woman, she said to her, “Your library is for cookbooks, flower characteristics and Animal instincts?” “Mm, what were you expecting?” the woman answered, not looking at her and Amber scoffed. “I thought you might have some fictional books with some genres like Teen, Young Adult, Billionaire and Romance but I can’t find any of that right

"What if she tore all of my books? How would I read? What would I do without my books? If I don't have books, I would feel sad, and then I would get into panic attacks. Panic attacks? Kabir, do you understand this? It means I've to take my pills again and then cutting will start, nightmares will come. She'll hear me screaming. She'll get scared like Misha did. Oh my god, everything--" "Shush." Kabir got my hands, bent in front of me with a frown. "Bookworm, you are rambling again. Everything will be okay. You'll talk to her and tell how it troubles you when your books are torn. Work it out. I'm sure she feels regretful. Okay?" I nodded. He touched my cheek, rubbing his thumb on my chin. "Don

I take one last deep breath and pick up one of the books Danis is poring through. “Werewolf and Pack Laws.” I open it immediately and begin reading. The process is frustrating. Danis tries to tell me repeatedly that I might not want to sit through hours of reading but I insist I can and I will. The slow progress irks me and I stare at the words so hard my eyes begin to burn. Danis’s phone beeps and he shuts down the alarm.”Maya should be back by now.” I drop the book in my hands and rest them on my temples. The worry in my heart is suffocating and I barely manage to choke out words.

I said to her as she looked at me, worry creasing her face. “I thought it was the magic at first, part of the recovering phase, but this isn’t normal and I wondered if Karani’s books could tell me anything about it.” I showed her the book. “I didn’t want to worry you because there’s nothing you can do to fix me, and I wanted to wait and see if I could learn something from this,” I said, holding the book up. “And did you?” she asked me. “Yes, I was just getting to the second part when I…” I swallowed back the fresh tears that had started to well up in my eyes.

"What's the last book you read for fun?" Walter looked genuinely confused. "For fun?" "Yes." "People do that?" She laughed. A customer glanced over. The sound seemed to surprise Walter. Not because it was loud. Because it made him want to hear it again. A dangerous realization. One he immediately ignored. "Come on," Lois said. "There has to be something." Walter considered. "Annual reports." "Those don't count." "They have words." "You're impossible." "So I've been told." Lois shook her head.

I browsed the shelves, and I read the titles. Into the fire, A firsthand Account of the extraordinary Battle in Afghan War by Dakota Meyer, Bing West 500 Days, Secrets and Lies in the Terror Wars- Kurt Eichenwald The War for crown and Empire There are all sorts of books about wars here. I paused in front of a book that I deemed the most interesting. I pulled it out of the shelf and stared at it, contemplating whether to get on with it or not. I can choose a much thinner book… The 33 Strategies of War- Robert Greene