Bittersweet Panic Novels & Stories

My heart beat wildly with fear and panic. “Shit!” I barked with panic mixed with remorse. “I think he’s turning!” Hearing my words and sensing my panic, Bruce tried to speak to deny it and calm me down, but all that he could get out was a violent roar. Oh his God, he’s right! I’m turning, he thought. Oh, dear God... someone do something... someone stop this! Stop this now!

She was holding a letter and was in panic mood, their breath came in shallow gasps, chest rising and falling rapidly as if the weight of their fear threatened to suffocate them, her heart hammered against her ribcage, a thunderous beat that reverberated through her body, matching the rhythm of her escalating panic. I asked; " WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO YOU? " She was looking nervous but than she said something which break my heart, My heartbreak is grief that comes in waves, gruelling, stealing appetite and sleep alike. It is a shard in my guts that never leaves, though perhaps in time the edges will dull. It feels like death just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments it chokes the breath

My ENTIRE fucking year! There are no words for the level of hysterics hitting me full force or the gut-wrenching betrayal I’m feeling. I gasp for air as the darkness of an impending panic attack starts and I shove my head down between my knees to stop it developing, ramming my cell against my ear. “Sophs?”

When I got to my office, I panicked. I sat down on my office chair and saw a spider walked towards a notebook on my table. I grabbed the notebook quickly and bravely slammed the notebook over the spider. The spider decimated which created a gross goggly look on my table. I grabbed a tissue and wiped the spider with it and dismissed it into a garbage can. By the time I was done, I sat back down and contemplated how Alpha Nate's wound seemed to have healed overnight. It was crazy. Alpha Nate's POV

The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned" The bartender responded with a nod and then started his bartender, leaving him to wait by slamming the phone furiously. The wine glass was pushed in front of him, taking a sip. Bitter taste of Angostura Bitter is light of orange peel, a little sweetness of cane sugar is full of sweetness of Bourbon Whiskey. Those were the things he tasted, like the memories with the lover that became old a few minutes ago came back. The sweet taste like when she said she loved him with sweet words, the bitter taste when she said she loved him, but the feelings were slowly being shared with others. It all

That injury still hadn't fully healed. Everything I had endured in these two lifetimes, I would consider repayment for that debt. From now on, we were even. "Since you're not getting engaged tomorrow, I'll head home with Jeremiah," Kylie said sweetly, clinging to him and acting as if the charred bodies nearby had nothing to do with her. Overwhelmed with grief and fury, I rushed forward and grabbed her arm, dragging her to the bodies. "When gas levels spike, alarms go off. How could they not have heard it? Did you tamper with something so they'd die in there?"

Anyone - Justin Bieber (Hooked with this song) 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 Panic! I immediately jumped through two stairs at once. I almost slipped. But, I don't care about myself now. My body is shaking. Again, I was careless. Trembling and scared, I approached Gerald. Afraid that he might die, I'm not ready to be a widow right now. I turned around, and he was still breathing. Thankfully! The violin Physco sobbed.

a “To the nearest park, please,” with a runny nose, Keatton said. Melvin nods his head as he drove going to the nearest park where Keatton said. His eyes continued disbursing plenty of tears. He looked outside the window and opened it. Keatton wanted to breathe as much as he could. His brain and heart can not handle all the information he attained now. He had lots of questions inside his mind. Keatton could feel his head started to ache. The side mirror projected his image of being broken and lost. The corners of his eyes were dripping wet as his sclera were turning pinkish-red. He was devasted and in despair right now. The world is both combinations of bitter and sweet. Balanced per se. You

No one answered. Instead, I heard someone laugh outside. The laughter was filled with triumph. Panic quickly consumed me. The pain that had only just eased returned with even greater intensity. It felt as though the medicine had become completely useless. My strength gradually disappeared. The phone slipped from my hand and hit the floor. The screen instantly went black. On the other end of the call, Ethan never heard me finish speaking. The call suddenly disconnected. He immediately called back. My phone was already powered off. "Ethan?"

Should I jump from the terrace into the river below? The thoughts spiraled wildly, my heart hammering against my ribs so fast and hard it created a dull, painful ache in my chest. Blood rushed in my ears, a frantic rhythm matching my mounting panic. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my palms against my sternum, trying desperately to force my racing pulse to slow down. I was spiraling into bad ideas born of pure desperation, and I knew it. "Panic makes for very sloppy plans, little bird." The smooth, unexpected voice sliced through the heavy quiet of my room.