Bittersweet Panic Novels & Stories

“Of course not, but now everything makes sense. How fast we are, why the venom didn’t kill us, how you don’t hate the taste of blood.” Her words echoed through my mind, and each one felt like another crack forming in the foundation of everything I believed about myself. Suddenly, my breathing turned shallow and uneven. I dragged in a breath, then another, but the air did not feel like enough. My chest tightened, and panic began to creep in, cold and suffocating. Marcus moved then, reaching into his blazer pocket with deliberate calm. “I even brought evidence if you don’t believe me.”

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.

The room spun for a moment, a slow carousel of burnished gold. My temples throbbed with a dull, insistent rhythm. Beneath it, something else pulsed—subtle and sickening. My wolf stirred weakly. Still distant. Still dim. My throat felt thick. I reached for the pitcher of water on the table near the bed and poured a small cup. It tasted metallic, bitter. Everything did now. It wasn’t the exhaustion that bothered me anymore, I had been tired for years. It was the quiet panic that bloomed each time I caught myself forgetting how strong I used to feel.

Where will he find a girl who will marry for a year and would leave him if he is not satisfied? His chest was constricting, he was great as he was feeling all walls were closing and he was suffocating. " O ! god I'm having a panic attack. Where is my medicine?" Quickly he searched for his medicine and gulped it. Immediately his nerves decompressed and he fell asleep.

They had shattered my sense of safety and security, leaving me to question everything I had believed in. As the memories flooded back, I felt a surge of anger and fear intertwine within me. The pain I had buried deep within my soul resurfaced, raw and unyielding. The panic tightened its grip around me, threatening to pull me under its suffocating weight. I desperately tried to regain control, my mind racing with thoughts of escape. But the panic was relentless, its grip tightening with each passing second. My heart pounded in my chest, the sound echoing in my ears, drowning out all rational thought.

CHAPTER 9 LUCIANA MILANO I fall back on my chair as I let out a deep breathe that I didn’t know I was holding in. I don’t know why but everytime I’m around him it feels as if I’m under water. He just makes me so nervous and jittery like a teenager girl being in front of her crush and no before you guys think I have a crush on my Boss, it’s a no. A big fat No, it’s just he makes me nervous, he makes me feel stuff I’m not suppose to feel, feelings I only show to my daughter Ophelia.

She is becoming dizzy, everything is turning blurry in her sight. I think I am going to faint; everything is becoming blurry. My panic disorder, do not appear now, I beg you. No, I should not faint; I should not show my vulnerability and weakness to this bitch. If I do, that goes that I am the loser in this game. No, I would not accept that. I would never, ever, accept that, even in my entire life. “Well, I am sure that you are dumb, aside from being a lousy woman.”

very tensed. Natalie's back was stiff as she had her head turned to the other side staring out of the window, lost yet at the same time drowning in her thoughts. All she could see in her eyes on repeat was that kiss and not what was out the window and all she could sense was the heat coming off from Adrian who was looking straight at the road, biting the inside of his cheek as he tightly gripped the steering wheel. His eyes glared at the road in front of him, he was point zero one away from murdering someone. He was angry at himself for having almost no control when it came to her, at her for triggering his feeling which he was suppressing till now. But it's like she just hit him out of nowh

Snippets of things he says float into my consciousness from time to time, but a huge part of it goes unheard, lost to the storm of sadness and panic I'm working up in my mind. Everything's going... Left. I'm losing everything. Everyone. I-- I suck in a deep breath when a shadowy figure materializes beside me. Not today, satan. Inhaling gently, I count to ten, wrestling down my panic. ....7, 8, 9. The space beside me distorts and then the dead body diminishes, carrying with it the smell of rot. But I must not have hidden the shock and fear from my face because I attract stares. Heart skipping, I train my attention ahead.

The blinds were half-closed, casting everything in stripes of light and shadow. "Here." Bianca guided me to the chair and pushed my head down between my knees. "Breathe In slowing through your nose and out through your mouth." "I can't." "You can. You're doing it just keep going." My chest was heaving and my hands were tingling. The edges of my vision were going dark and closing in like a tunnel, like the world was shrinking and I was shrinking with it. "I need...I can't-" "You're having a panic attack." Bianca's voice was calm. The kind of calm that came from experience, from having talked me off this ledge before. "It's scary but it's not dangerous. You're not dying. You're just breathing