Bittersweet Panic Novels & Stories

Chapter 43 - Phased Lilith They say a single moment sparks in one's eyes when they realize that the world they have carefully constructed around them is about to shatter. Their eyes widen, and all hope and pride leave them, only to be replaced with fear and panic. I could say without a doubt that I had never seen that look cross Gavin's face before, not even when I almost destroyed his life and ripped his heart right out of his chest.

There are more important things that need more attention. All these years I depended on Kevyn, I hoped too much that he wouldn't do to me the things that happen to others. Sometimes I feel sorry for people who have been cheated even if I didn't know how painful it is, but now that I am in a situation similar to what they went through, I can say that it is very painful. It's like the pain is slowly killing me, it's like I'm losing my mind. When I got home, I almost didn't feel like it, my thoughts were floating so much that I almost don't know how I got home properly and got to my room. I just sat on my bed. I feel so numb.

Elena resumed her position, her tongue diving back in, making Samantha moan despite herself. Jake leaned down, capturing Samantha's lips in a kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with the taste of mint toothpaste. His hand cupped her breast, thumb rubbing her nipple until it pebbled. Samantha's body betrayed her, arching into his touch as Elena sucked harder on her clit. The dual sensations overwhelmed her. She came hard, her cries muffled against Jake's mouth, her thighs shaking around Elena's head, wetness gushing out of her pussy. Panting, Samantha pulled back. "This is insane... but don't stop."

She had to take her gaze away from them while she thought about what awaited her in the room. Soon they arrived in the suite, which was some distance away from the main building. The silence in the place gave Adriana the creep, she is allergic to silence and that's why her mouth can't stop running. The confidence she had while coming was beginning to diminish. Things got worse when she was pushed inside the pitch dark room with no sound. Her heart rate increased. One weakness she has is darkness and silence. If she is left here for long she is going to be damn sick.

He slapped himself hard, blurring his vision with fresh tears. A week later, his secretary finally walked into the room, unable to watch him deteriorate further. "Mr. Alvarez, the company has many matters waiting for you. You cannot continue like this." His voice held genuine concern. Lorenzo stayed silent for a long moment before lifting his head. His empty gaze drifted toward the window as he forced himself to breathe and regain control. He picked up his phone. During that week, Marjorie had sent countless messages. "Lorenzo, when are you coming to see me?"

Don’t let them see you panic. Because whoever left that note wanted exactly this. For me to panic. In first period, my pen scratches nonsense across the page. Numbers blur, formulas slip through my brain. All I can hear are those words echoing back at me. You don’t belong here. They could mean a million things. Maybe it’s just Victoria’s brand of hazing. Maybe it’s a joke that isn’t funny. Or maybe it’s worse. Maybe someone saw me last night. Maybe someone already knows who I am.

We were walking to the cafeteria because it was lunchtime. I smacked her arm because she was always referring to Ms. Manalo as a menopausal lady. She was a woman in her mid-40s, she was referring to her as a menopausal lady due to her mood swings. "What? It is true!" "Perhaps she wasn't simply in a good mood. We all have bad days, as you are aware." "Yes, she has a bad day every single day. She had a bad mood for the entire semester” she chuckled.

Brian asked me as he sat beside me while Owen stood on my other side. “I don’t think so,” I whispered. “You loved the baby, too. Just because it wasn’t yours doesn’t mean you can’t mourn for her or him.” Owen uttered. “This is the second time I have lost a child.” I closed my eyes tightly. “When my baby died in that accident that night, I drowned myself in alcohol, locked in my apartment, living at the mercy of the hard liquor. Tears didn’t stop coming as there was a burn all over my body. Mostly near my heart.” I pointed at my heart. “Today I am feeling the same thing. The burn this time is more severe than before, and that’s making it hard for me to breathe.”

I was having a severe pain in my head due to crying a lot. I was not in a proper state of mind and suddenly thought of ending myself. I picked up a blade from the shelf and faced myself one last time in the mirror. ~Liam’s POV~ I just wanted to check on her and wanted to see her cook but she bumped into me. I had no intentions of kissing her but when I did I lost my sanity and all of a sudden I recalled the night when my parents were killed and I released all of my anger on her when I realized what I had did it was too late. She was trying to stop me and break free from me but I didn’t listen to her. She went up slammed the door lock.

There must be a camera in here, so I sneer hoping she would have seen it on the screen. I close my eyes…big mistake. As flash after flash and more noises emit from the scanner my brain goes into overdrive and my chest starts to tighten. “Just breathe Aida, you’re having a panic attack!” Doctor Wessex voice enters the room, no shit! I try to work on my breathing but the flashes keep coming and my breathing becomes too fast. …. “What level today?” The sick researcher M smirks at his accomplice D. They didn’t use names here, they just had an initial on their white polo shirts above a chest pocket.