Panic At The Disco Milk Fic

A 22 year old Cheryl Garcia finds herself dropping out of college and moving back to the Upper East side of New York all because of a crazy night with her high school sweetheart, Enrique Gomez. She believes that he only wants the family business as that’s what the previous men in her life wanted. However as soon as she gets home she is forced to work for the new CEO of her fathers company. She finds that she can’t escape Enrique. She finds a way to let Enrique in for a while and she’s happy until she receives a message that her ex boyfriend, Leandro is on his way to get her . All her past trauma comes rushing back, opening so many wounds she thought she closed . She gets nightmares, panic attacks and loses her memory from time to time. Will she ever let Enrique know how she truly feels ? Will she finally open up to him? Will they take down their enemies together?

“Fuck. Come for me, kitten” I grunt buring to the hilt, I stimulate her clit the way she likes. “Now!” “Mhmm… ahh! Yes daddy!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.  *** Wren had no idea what the holiday has in store for her when she decided to join her mother for it. She didn't expect to find herself alone on some remote island with Alpha Ronan, her stepfather. Without her ill mother!Ronan has always been a gentleman and she should have no reason to panic because they are alone but what if she is the dirty one who has been having weird fantasies about her own stepfather? No wonder she was dubbed ‘the weirdo’ in the pack. It all makes sense to her.What happens when they find out they are mates? And he woefully rejected her but offered for her to be his mistress during the entire holiday because he couldn't stay away either. She agreed to become his Holimate.

What do you do when your damn husband and best friend betray you at your own wedding? Lila throws the ceremony solo, then promptly takes a young college student as her lover. Who says only men can have playthings? What happens when that same husband crawls back, vying for the top spot in the werewolf hierarchy just as Lila’s about to claim it? She kicks her lover to the curb without a second thought and dives headfirst into a ruthless battle against her wretched ex, certain victory is hers. That’s Lila. But as she claws closer to triumph in the Moon Trial, something unthinkable unravels. The college student she once kept as her lover? He’s none other than the Wolf King, ruler of the fifteen werewolf tribes across the nation—and the only son of the current king, poised to inherit the throne. For the first time, a flicker of panic cracks Lila’s iron resolve. She’s in deep—she might have crossed the wrong man.

Aasha. Was a young beautiful girl and always submissive. She was a classical dancer and had a dream of setting up a dance school and becoming a dance teacher. But her life was going to take a turn into tragedy because her father forced her into marriage. He doesn't respect her and hates her. When she thought what could be much worse her husband was shot right after he put a knot of marriage on her neck. The moment he became her husband she became his widow. Her husband was shot right on the altar while he was tying a knot to her. His blood spilled on her head as he fell down to her side. Horrified, she looked at the spilled blood and her husband. Panic grew among the public as they began to run away. When she looked forward unknowingly her eyes met with the murder. And he was looking at her as well. A smirk laid on his lips as he mouthed to her. "I'll get back to you".

On the eve of my engagement banquet, news broke that my fiancé had fathered a child with his mistress, and it spread like wildfire. Before I could confront him, Jayden Ford brushed it off casually. "It was just an accident. Focus on organizing the engagement banquet first. Besides, your dad’s in the late stages of stomach cancer. Calling off the engagement now won’t do either family any good." That night, he skipped the banquet but posted a photo of a swaddled newborn on social media. When I video-called him, he was bottle-feeding the baby. "I’ve been busy taking care of the kid. You know how it is. Our family lineage has always been sparse and dwindling, and the child takes priority." He wiped milk from the baby’s mouth. "But don’t worry. Once he’s a month old, I’ll send him to the overseas. Just show up on holidays and pretend to be his mom. The title of Mrs. Ford will always be yours." I stared at the matching diamond ring on his finger and couldn’t help but laugh. "Jayden, this engagement is off." He scoffed, "You're really throwing a tantrum over something like this? Don’t be so childish." I hung up on him and called his father—Charles Ford—directly. "I heard you’re looking for a new wife? Why not consider me?" I ran a hand over my belly and smiled. "After all, I’ve got a naturally fertile body. I can give you as many sons as you want." So much for being the sole heir. I’ll make sure he has plenty of brothers to keep him company.

It was my 30th birthday, and my husband said he had a surprise for me. However, on the day of my birthday, he was nowhere to be found. I called him countless times, but no one answered. Just as I was about to panic and consider calling the police, I happened to see a post on the social media feed of his female secretary. “A typhoon hit, and my boss was worried about my safety, so he personally took me home. How wonderful! I’ve got a guardian angel for myself!” My anxiety turned to cold calm in an instant. I commented on her post: “Traveling during a typhoon is dangerous. Tell him he doesn’t need to come back.” Not long after I posted the comment, my husband called. “Kelly, I was only concerned about the safety of my subordinate, and yet you’re thinking such vile thoughts. “Birthdays come every year. Missing one won’t kill you!” You were right. Birthdays came every year. But there was no way I would celebrate them with you.

Panic makes my stomach churn as I watch the Minute hand of my wrist watch gets closer to midnight. It's my eighteenth birthday, I should phase tonight or I will be the first wolfless she-wolf,not just in our pack but in the whole of Silver Creek Kingdom as well. Nothing would be more disgraceful than being wolfless when your father is the Beta of your pack and your step sister is chosen mate of our dashing and powerful angel prince,Nate Rowan. The beloved Prince phased into the first golden winged angel. He possesses not just amazing strength but striking powers and beauty as well. The only unfortunate thing about him is that he never found his mate and finally got tired of the wait. My step-sister was choosen to become his mate and their wedding is tonight. She is a vixen just like her mother, the heartless woman that my father choose to replace my dead mother with. If I fail to phase into anything tonight my father will have me banished or gotten rid of permanently to do away with the shame

Blurb: It was out of a nightmare, a betrayal of the highest order. Damien's, hair was disheveled, his body entwined with another woman, they were both naked and slick with sweat. The intimacy of it was unmistakable, the mingling of their breaths, a moment never to be seen. "What the hell?!" Damien's voice finally boomed within the breaking, suffocating silence. Assuring herself that she was no longer alone, the woman tried to cover her body as she struggled to do so. There was a flicker of panic in her eyes. "Get the hell out of here!" he roared, his face twisted in anger. Noah Miller's life took a tumultuous turn after Mr. Miller's sudden demise, forcing her to form an unexpected alliance with the Andersons, long-time rivals. This unconventional alliance is a result of a contract marriage, despite Noah's heart still belonging to her first love, who was presumed dead after a failed kidney transplant two years ago. Will Noah be able to navigate the complexities of her new life with the Anderson' and her husband, or will the sudden reappearance of her supposedly deceased first love alter the course of her life once again?

Alessia had been given an all-expenses-paid trip to Italy as a reward for her outstanding contribution in her workplace. It was like a life-changing experience for her. However, Alessia encountered a devastating turn of events upon her arrival in the country when she was abducted by unknown men and found herself being auctioned in a bidding event. Not only that, she was bid on by the ruthless mafia lord, Angelo Santoro. ~~ "Ten million," I heard someone say from the crowd. The lights from the ceiling were blinding my eyes, and the handcuffs secured around me weren't making the panic inside me any better. I had no idea why I was at an auction event. "Fifteen million," another voice came through, making me more confused than ever. "Twenty million," another followed, and then someone raised the bid to "Thirty million." "Two hundred million," this time, the voice was sharp and carried danger as he spoke. The whole room fell into dead silence. In that moment, my eyes met his. Dark and penetrating, they instantly sent shivers down my spine.

I was about to marry my boyfriend of seven years, Edward Carter. However, he was secretly getting a marriage certificate with his first love. In a moment of panic and disbelief, I confronted him: "Edward, what do I even mean to you?" Edward grabbed me as I tried to walk away, his eyes filled with helplessness: "Jennifer, you know Chloe is my first love. She only has two months left to live. I just don't want her to leave with regrets." "The woman who will be my last wife, though, is you." It was laughable. He felt sorry for his first love—did that mean I had to suffer? I saw the mocking look Chloe Smith shot my way. Then, to make things worse, Edward actually suggested I let Chloe take my place in the wedding. That was the last straw. After seven years of love, I did not want it anymore. I called my brother, "Hey, the wedding is in ten days. Can you find me a new groom?"