Worry Novel Novels & Stories

“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.”

It felt like I was the only one around. I was bored out of my mind. I asked for the day to be peaceful and not boring. I gave up trying to find something to do after walking around for another ten minutes. Not just bored but worried. I couldn’t stop thinking about what might happen. The situation wasn’t all in our favor just because we have the upper hand now. It could turn at any time and it could be bad. Don’t worry? Who was I kidding? There’s no turning away my worries. Right now, I wanted to connect with Bernardo and know what he’s up to.

A mere thought of a killer reading my novel brought chills onto my spine… Fortunately I activated my common sense fast. “A killer reading MY criminal novel… For real, Ana?!” I chuckled. The odds of perpetrator reading my story and finding out all about me were as great as winning the lottery… Except for that I’d already won the lottery… “What about that hacker?! He found a way to break into my computer, just because I entered a few websites, and read couple of articles! What if I’m not aware of things that might happen?!” I started to panic. The weight of my own thoughts began to suffocate me, I felt like I had to do something to shake my mind off of it. I needed someone, or something to soo

“ Is there something going on? “ My wife asked from beside me. Judging from the way she had furrowed her eyebrows, I could tell she thought something was wrong. “ I found a missed call from Lorenzo and he refuses to pick up when I call him. I have a feeling that something is wrong. He never calls that many times. “ I answered. I hated how she worried about everything and I almost didn’t tell her what was going on but I wanted to ease myself into leaning on her. I found the burden of my worries lessening when I talked to her about things. I felt her move from my chest. She took out her phone and started dialing too. I knew she was calling Viv before she even told me. I saw dread settle on her

The sensation clung to me, sharp and suffocating. The feeling of being watched. “Will we ever break this feeling?” I asked. “What feeling?” Damon asked, wanting me to be specific. “The feeling of constant worry.” Damon waited a beat, letting the calm cafe music circulate between us. “It might never leave us. Worrying doesn't have to end when it comes to danger but I know what can break.” “What is it?” “The feeling of hopelessness. What you feel now is only going to last for a while because we will find Dennis and end these sick mind games. Then we can finally relax.”

Whatever situation I find myself in, just the thought of him being around me solved almost half of my problem cause I know he is going to do whatever it takes to ease my worry. “That day, if I had not bumped into you, my narrative would have been an entirely different story by now” I mumbled, running my hand multiple times through my hair. Just the thought of how life would have unfolded if I hadn’t bumped into him that faithful day. Just the thought of it made a blanket of overwhelming emotion engulf my heart. “We are together now Lena, will you stop with the worry? Please” Dante said half worriedly and half smiling. He looked seemingly amused by my worry.

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

"And after what just happened back there, they will be looking. Soon." His phone had been confiscated the day he was arrested, along with everything else that used to make up his life, and he had no idea what waited for them — whether his landlord had cleared the place out, whether Voss's people had already been through it, or whether anything of Daniel's box survived at all after everything that had happened since that night at their mother's kitchen table. The service road curved sharply, and through the rain-streaked windshield, Ryan caught his first glimpse of distant lights — an actual town, actual people living actual lives with no idea what had just happened a few miles behind them.

But the irrational part, fueled by worry and guilt, amplifies every worst-case scenario. As the clock ticked past two in the morning, my concern began to claw at the edges of my thoughts like a persistent itch. Lilac should have been back by now; her absence at this hour was unlike her. We had an unspoken understanding, a silent agreement to keep each other updated on our whereabouts, especially with the threat to her life. But tonight, silence lingered, and worry coiled itself tighter around my chest with each passing minute. What if something had happened to her? What if she was hurt or lost? My heart pounded against my ribs, a rhythm of apprehension that refused to be ignored.

DANTE The weight of worry sat heavily on my shoulders as I stood there, my gaze fixed on the empty space that Lyza should have occupied. The minutes ticked by with excruciating slowness, each second intensifying my concern for her safety. It was as if the walls of the room were closing in on me, suffocating me with the uncertainty of her whereabouts. But between my frantic thoughts, a familiar voice cut through the haze of anxiety. Leonora Taylor, a respected figure within the pack, had arrived on time. Her concern was evident in the lines etched across her aged face.