Bittersweet Panic Novels & Stories

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.

Sitting in my car, the world around me blurs as tears fill my eyes. My chest tightens, and I struggle to catch my breath. The image of Shalom with her baby is burned into my mind, a constant reminder of what I’ve lost. Panic grips me, making it hard to think, hard to breathe. I close my eyes, trying to calm myself. "In and out," I whisper to myself, focusing on my breathing. "In and out." Slowly, the panic begins to recede, but the pain remains, a dull ache in my chest.

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?

So he forgot that he granted Ava access to his house when she hadn’t shown him her true color, does that make him innocent of the death of their baby? She couldn’t answer any of these questions. A different kind of emptiness washes over her. She’s not familiar with it, but she recognizes all the symptoms of panic attacks she used to have a lot. Having trouble breathing and seeing straight, Scar jumps up and pulls the curtain close before she slides down the wall in the corner, gasping for air. Why doesn’t revenge taste sweet and delicious like she imagined? Why does it hurt her so much when she only gave him what he deserved? How could HE trigger a panic attack when she doesn’t even care abo

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.

The flavors exploded in my mouth—rich, savory, and delicious. But as I swallowed, a sudden wave of panic washed over me. My throat felt tight, constricting around the food. I gasped, struggling to breathe as my chest tightened. “What’s happening?” I said, my eyes wide with fear. Dante leaned forward, a satisfactory look in his eyes. “Is it too much for you?” he asked mockingly. “I can’t breathe!” I choked out, the panic rising in my chest like a tidal wave.