Novel & Cerita Worry Novel

Hello readers We managed to update 18 chapters for Wonderings. We're trying our best to speed up the updates so we appreciate the patience and understanding. After we're done updating Wonderings, we'll be able to work on the next novel which is Shards of Time. We'll be able to update all of the remaining chapters to keep it up to date. Once again we apologize for the slow progress, author-nim is still in the hospital. We're working on author-nim's save files that's why we're still able to upload and edit the repeated chapters.

I had already forgotten about it so guys seemed like they were following me. My novel fell on the floor, I turned around to pick it up and I saw the two guys in the distance behind me. I act like I did not see them and continue walking. Can't believe I'm being followed. Who could do the following this time? Could you be the werewolves from before? Could it be Noah's men or Could it be Trent's men? Or are they just trying to steal from me? I am so scared and also very disappointed that I did not get any form of protection. I could be so stupid I have not texted before and I just wrote an alpha Thyla damn it!

The worry gnawed at me, a constant presence in the back of my mind. I tried to immerse myself in a novel, hoping the story would pull me away from my anxieties. The characters and their world usually provided a reliable escape, but today, I found it hard to concentrate. My eyes skimmed over the words without really absorbing them. Next, I turned to some light gardening in the small indoor greenhouse Vincenzo had set up for me. The vibrant colors and the scent of fresh herbs usually brought me peace, but even this failed to calm my restless thoughts. My hands trembled slightly as I watered the plants, my mind a whirl of worries about Vincenzo and our baby.

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.

It was a passing cloud in the vast expanse of my life, casting temporary shadows but unable to extinguish the radiant light that emanated from within. I grew to understand that worry was not a sign of weakness, but a testament to my humanity. It reminded me that I cared deeply, that I cherished the precious moments life bestowed upon me. It urged me to live fully, to embrace the uncertainty, and to savor each step along the winding path I traveled. So, yes, worry still visited me from time to time, its presence a reminder of the complexities of life. But it no longer held me captive. I had learned to acknowledge its existence, to offer it a seat at the table, but not allow it to dictate the

His eyes scan me, calm but worried, the kind of look that could settle storms if I let it, but right now I feel anything but calm. “You okay?” His voice is low, steady, pulling me back slightly from the edge of the day’s tension. I throw my hands up, frustration spilling. “Okay? Do I look okay? The women in the yard avoid me, whisper behind my back, and I know exactly who’s stirring it up. Nova. It’s always Nova.” He steps closer, soft, voice careful. “Alice, maybe… maybe she’s worried. Maybe it’s not what you think. Maybe she sees how close you are, how—”

It was normal that he couldn’t show up every night. It was normal that his life didn’t revolve around me. But then… Why did my chest hurt so much? Why did I keep looking at that door? Why did it seem impossible to think about anything else? I swallowed hard. Maybe because I was worried. Yes. That was it. Worry. Just worry. But a cruel voice inside my head immediately argued back. Liar. That had stopped being a simple worry a long time ago. The truth was much more complicated. Much more frightening.

Don't worry about it, okay? Tom himself was worried, though. So much so that he could barely think. He worried about his child, his parents, Helen, his job. About the tips he had taken, undeserved , about the birds in the sky, and the gone off ribeye in his fridge. About the flies in the kitchen, and the grass outside that had stopped growing in the winter time.

“ Do you know how worried I was when Eclipse told me you were no where to be found, do you that I almost lost it when I sensed you heading to your family house?” “ You were shot..no it was just a scratch. But what if something worse happened? I’ve already lost Nova, do you want me to loose you too? Tell me…is it wrong to worry about loosing someone I love?!” John yelled asked even before he could stop the last sentence from rolling off his mouth. “ Fuck it!” He groaned turning his back on Blink on realization of what he just said. Blink’s eyes widened a bit and her lips parted. The anger she was feeling inside melted immediately.

But by the third day, worry won. I drove to her apartment straight after work, heart pounding the whole way. I knocked…three sharp raps— then waited, shifting my weight like some nervous kid. The door opened. She stood there in oversized sweats, hair in a messy bun, eyes a little red like she hadn’t slept much either. For a second, neither of us spoke. Then I stepped forward. “I was worried about you,” I said, voice rougher than I meant. “You disappeared. No word. I thought—”