You'd Be Paranoid Too Book の小説・ストーリー

Because not only was it healthy for my heart , the constant fear and the feeling of being watched was driving me crazy , I knew in my mind that I was just being paranoid and there was nothing there but I still couldn't stop myself - I would peek out of my windows expecting for a stranger to turn up , look twice behind me when I went jogging in the morning and driving - I never thought that my hands could get this sweaty . I wished to stay at my home and lock my windows shut. I knew that by overthinking I was doing nothing but creating more problems for myself that didn't even exist . I mean it was really amazing where a paranoid mind could take you . But no matter how paranoid I was feeling,

I still had no idea in mind, but I guessed visiting the library would help me a lot. While choosing the best books to help, there were more people than it was the last time I went there. I started to get paranoid because few girls started murmuring. I really had no clue if it was me whom they were talking to because of my weird personality or it was something or someone else. I grabbed some books and headed to the last table of that section.

I felt relief when no one even noticed that I had escaped from the room. I sprinted out of this place. Even I had no idea where my feet would lead me. I kept running. This is not my place. I don't know these people. They may kill me. I trust no one. I even have a hard time trusting myself. The streets are clear. There is no sign of anyone or the Alpha King. As I was about to take another step, I saw a shadow in front of me. I saw the Alpha King was cooly looking at me.

Or a vision of what would’ve happened if I’d waited to call the police? Not Jensen’s face still haunts me. Just as Jensen’s actions after that still scare me, I can’t stop thinking about them. How does he pull my consciousness into those replica spaces? Are they even replicas—or is he somehow manipulating the very space we’re in, making it seem like another place? Who the hell is Jensen Parker? Feeling the dread from this morning still clawing at the edges of my mind, I crack open the book I brought with me—a good romantic comedy. Something light, a little funny, and a whole lot of sexy. Just what I need to reset the fog settling in my brain.

DEVAN. My world had collapsed into a single axis: Clarissa and the children growing inside her. Everything else; money, reputation, power, had become background noise, irrelevant metrics in a life-or-death equation. The mansion no longer felt large or luxurious. It felt tight and claustrophobic, like a bunker under siege. Paranoia wasn’t the right word anymore. Paranoia implied irrational fear. What I felt was precision. A sharpened instinct honed by too many near-misses and too much blood on Bruce’s invisible hands.

That’s when the real paranoia would kick in. That’s when he’d start making mistakes. ***** Days passed and soon I started to use the Rossi allies as well. Nora called from the other side of the city. “Silas’s men are questioning their own,” she whispered. “He’s paranoid. Thinks there’s a mole.” “Is there?” I asked. There was a pause. Then her laugh. “Besides you? Maybe.” Good. Let him tear himself apart from the inside. **** The only piece left was personal.

“Danger’s everywhere, Scar. Nowhere’s a hundred percent. Do you ever think Liliana might go full psycho and buy off someone who sits three desks away from you?” Thereafter, even the ground under my feet felt temporary. Paranoia climbed higher every hour. At work, I started side-eyeing everyone, as they might be on her payroll. By the end of the day my shoulders were locked, and my stomach was in knots. I clocked out and glanced toward Hidden Park. The lease there was paid a year in advance; break it, and you kiss the rent and deposit goodbye. I’d already eaten a massive loss walking away once. The thought of going back just to stop bleeding money sat heavy in my chest.

It’s being smart but some mornings I wake up already tired and I know it’s because my brain never really shuts off anymore. I’m always thinking about who’s watching, who noticed and who asked what. Keenan doesn’t make a big deal out of it but I see it in the way he moves now. He checks the locks without announcing it. He pauses before opening the door. He looks through the front window before stepping outside. He keeps his phone on him at all times, even in the shower like he’s afraid to miss something important. The bookstore used to feel like something fun for him. A fresh start. A way to build something that was his after leaving Los Angeles. Now it feels like armor with cameras.

“You flinched at a fucking car.” “It was just a car,” I snapped. “A black tinted one that slowed down right beside us,” Chloe added, voice too casual. I stopped walking, my pulse spiked, Zara studied me with those quiet, knowing eyes. “You’re not sleeping. You’re barely here.” “I’m fine,” I lied, forcing my legs to move again. But I wasn’t fine, I noticed everything now, every slow-moving vehicle, every set of eyes that lingered too long, every silence that felt like it was waiting for me, I was drowning in my own paranoia, and my friends could see the water rising.

No intruders, though. Xavier moved forward, gun still raised. He had a clear view behind the kitchen counter, but it was still possible someone might be hiding behind the couch. Or behind that door on the far side of the room. With every step he took, though, he found himself wondering if he'd overreacted. Sometimes an unlocked door was just that, nothing more. This job was simply making him paranoid. Better safe than sorry, he thought. It wasn't a mantra he normally subscribed to, but things were different when it came to Penny.