Romans & histoires Bittersweet Panic

Hampton's call. Mrs. Natalie Hampton tore the envelope open and brought out the pregnancy test result, she read through it and it was positive. “You are pregnant Barbara, two weeks” she exclaimed but noticed that she was not delighted with the news. Barbara’s mum looked at her and wondered why she was sad, she was suppose to be happy. “ Are you okay sweetie? Why do you look worried and sad? You are suppose to be happy, this is good news” she muttered. “Yes mum, I am suppose to be happy but I don’t even know how to explain this to Steve. How is he going to take it? Is he going to accept all these? Will he accept that he will be a father soon? What will we do about the divorce? I don’t know wh

My entire body froze, my heart stopped working for a second before dropping to my belly as panic took its stead. Memories that were now nightmares flashed through my head in snapshots as cold claws scratched at my throat. A sardonic smile curled up Anna's lips, satisfaction oozing from her. Suzie and Bree chuckled into their fists. The malicious bitches. I wanted to scream at her, claw at her eyes and pull her hair from the roots but the weight of my panic held me immobile. You're nothing but a fucktoy You can never be worth more than a fuck. Say cheese, Cellie. You don't want to disappoint your fans now, do you?

For a moment, the world tilted. My vision blurred. My lungs felt like they were locked. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. “Ah—” I gasped, pressing a hand to my sternum. The sensation wasn’t mine. That was the terrifying part. It wasn’t grief. Or love. Or even anger. It was a panic. Cassian’s subconscious, reaching through the bond, panicked, not because he missed me, but because something essential was slipping out of his grasp. Ownership realizing it might lose hold.

Caroline, who was sound asleep in the ICU, abruptly opened her eyes. Cold sweat covered her forehead as she gasped for breath. A pang gripped her heart, and she tightly held her aching chest, suppressing the excruciating pain. A sense of extreme insecurity and void filled her with panic and chaos. She couldn't pinpoint the origin of this feeling, but it was as if she had lost something crucial, suffocating her with intense pain. Greta was near the door and heard a soft, ticking sound emanating from the machine in the ward. She quickly raised her red, swollen eyes and rushed to the glass window.

In that moment, he knew that if he lost Blair, it would be the end of his own life. Panic coursed through his veins, intensifying with each passing second. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his body reacting to the overwhelming stress and anxiety that gripped him. His breathing became shallow and rapid, his chest rising and falling in sync with his escalating panic. The weight of the situation bore down on him, threatening to crush his spirit.

Nikitas pov The room was a blur of screams and fear, as though their horror imprinted itself on the very air. They fled from me. I could taste their panic and fear—a metallic twang that laced the atmosphere as they skittered like insects from a sudden light. Just moments ago, death had been my companion, but now I stood, breathing and very much alive. Voices began to murmur in my head, growing louder and louder by the second. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I could hear their frustration growing stronger by the second, leaving me startled and disoriented. A dark pulse vibrated through me—an unknown power that both alarmed and intoxicated, thrumming beneath my skin like black l

Bliss One moment I was sipping the herbal tea Aria insisted would “cleanse my nervous system”, and the next I was slumped in bed with the cup rolling out of my hand and spilling into the sheets. The warmth of the Kareem pack hadn’t melted the ice lodged in my chest. Not where it counted. The room was still—too still—then I saw them. Lame’s face flickering in the darkness like a glitch in the movie reel. Her smile was all sharp teeth and venom.

As soon as I step out of the door I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. The door to the third floor opens wildly. “What’s up Bitty?” “Why does it feel like you’re having a panic attack?” “Have you been crying?” “I…I…had a nightmare and I woke up alone and confused. I don’t know.” I rub my face again. “I think Lucas’ death is getting to me more than I thought.”

She said bluntly. Bryan's face palmed himself , laughing sarcastically. "How pathetic of you to think that I do not know that Mirade is my blood and flesh? " he paused. "Miranda, you are becoming something else. I do not wish my daughter to become like you" Bryan added. Miranda chuckled. She looked at Bryan from head to toes then she sighed. It was so pathetic that she got pregnant by such a loser. Why didn't she think of taking emergency pills back then?

ARIANA'S POV I stood frozen, my phone still clutched in my hand, as the menacing voice echoed in my mind. "Come alone...or your precious Rob will pay the price." My breath caught in my throat, and my heart raced like a jackhammer. Panic set in, and I felt the familiar symptoms of a panic attack creeping up on me. My chest constricted, and I struggled to breathe. I tried to calm myself down, but it was too late. The hyperventilation took over, and I felt like I was suffocating.