Bittersweet Panic Novels & Stories

"Everyone has secrets, Astor. Everyone has vulnerabilities. Jackson isn't invincible." "Avery, you're scaring me." "Good. Fear keeps people honest." Mr. Astor realized with growing alarm that the woman standing before him was not the same person he had been involved with. The stress, the pregnancy hormones, the repeated defeats and humiliations had pushed her into territory that felt genuinely dangerous. "I think you should talk to someone. A counselor, maybe. Or Dr. Martinez. This level of anger and obsession isn't healthy." "Don't psychoanalyze me. Just tell me if you're going to pull the Sinclair partnership or not."

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’ and exhaled deeply while her mind was disturbed so she fainted. Author: Don’t worry, Psyche Flint doesn’t have heart failure. She just have extreme anxiousness because of those weapons and imagining scenario on which those missiles will explode. LUHHH. Death will be upon them. JOKE!

I've scribbled ideas across three pages already. Spicy ramen. Fire and ice. Sweet and sour. None of them feels right anymore. How do you plate betrayal? How do you season panic attacks? How do you garnish trust that's already been shattered? I bite my lip. Maybe agreeing to the hundred days had been a mistake. Maybe I'd simply been too exhausted to keep fighting. I flip another page, trying to focus on recipes instead of emotions. At least food makes sense. People don't. My phone vibrates on the vanity. I barely glance at it. But it’s enough for me to notice the message on the screen.

Even so, my heart felt warm and fuzzy inside. The next year, we got married, and his company took off. The first thing he did was buy the dying chocolate factory. After that, I had all the sweets I could ever want. Now, however, that sweetness was like poison, sealing off my breath. My chest felt suffocated. Before the tears could fall, I heard Ethan’s voice. “What are you looking at, babe?”

“And yes, they are fulfilling their purpose. If we keep up with the pace he is going, I might end up being willed throughout this honeymoon.” “Hold on, I don't feel too good.” A sudden piercing scream comes from Brittney’s end of the phone, causing me instant panic. “Brittney?” I call, fear gripping me to my bones. “Take care of my baby, please.” Brittney pleads, after which the line goes off shortly after. “Jai?” I scream. "Süsser, what is it?” He asks, panicking. “Brittney,” “Baby, what about Bri? Please talk to me; you are scaring me.”

Several people screamed. I slapped both hands over my mouth to keep from making a sound, biting down on my own palm so hard I tasted blood. My heart was beating so fast against my sore ribs that I thought my chest was going to split open. Panic. Blind, total, animal panic. My body got hot fast. I started sweating, burning from the inside out even with the freezing wind. My stomach cramped hard. No. No, no, no. The pills. My body was eating through them because of how scared I was. I could feel the wall they built in my blood starting to break. The bitter taste in my mouth was fading fast, replaced by something sweet. Something very heavy.

I glanced down at it and felt my breath hitch in my throat. “A psychiatrist?” I gasped, looking up at her in shock. She smiled knowingly. “Yes. He’s been doing well for the past two or three years, but this was a serious episode. Panic disorder can be unpredictable like that.” “Panic disorder?” I interrupted, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. Iris’s eyes widened slightly. “You… didn’t know?” My heart raced. “No. I didn’t,” I murmured. “I thought you two were engaged,” she said softly, her eyes searching mine for confirmation.

Gone is the bright and cheerful Sapphire; I’ll forever be tainted and hopeless. I can’t breathe. Fuck. I’m having a panic attack. I need to calm myself down. Each time I tell myself to calm down, I work myself up even more. It’s like a dam that’s been holding back all these feelings has broken down and I can’t fix it. I need to stop. I crawl off my bed and find my bag, searching and hoping that Archie didn’t find my entire stash. Of course, that is wishful thinking. I throw all my things around the room and turn my bag upside down. Nothing.

I don't know what to feel at that moment, and yet I felt my eyes get teary because of that. Am I such a fellow human being that my own sister and mother would kill me? Are they that stupid and want to erase me from the world just to get what they want? I was weak and would have fallen if Aldo's grip on my waist wasn't tight. "Fuck, Mayu! "Hold on to me," he whispered in panic. My vision blurred, and I let the abundant tears fall. I don't even understand Alice talking on the side. My heart and mind were focused on the pain, as if I had been betrayed. By the way, it is treason that my own blood wants me to disappear from the world.