Panic Lauren Oliver

As a male Omega, stepping onto the ice was never supposed to be my dream. Hockey belonged to Alphas—strong, dominant, born to conquer both the rink and everyone on it. Omegas like me were meant to stay hidden, protected, controlled. But hiding had never been enough. The World Hockey Academy was the only place powerful enough to shield my identity, the only place my adoptive father—its Dean—believed I could survive. To the public, it was an elite sports academy. To those like me, it was a prison disguised as opportunity. To them… it was Alpha Academy. From the moment I arrived, I swallowed suppressants like oxygen. Every breath had to be measured. Every movement controlled. A single slip—one flare of Omega scent—and I would be exposed. I had to skate like an Alpha. Fight like an Alpha. Bleed like one. On the ice, weakness wasn’t forgiven. That was when I noticed him. The strongest Alpha in the academy. The storm everyone feared. His presence alone made my knees weaken, my instincts scream in panic and hunger all at once. His golden eyes tracked me every time I touched the puck, sharp and suspicious, as if he already sensed something was wrong. During practice, we crashed into each other. The impact sent us both sprawling across the ice—but it was his hand gripping my jersey, his scent crashing over me, that shattered my control. My suppressants burned uselessly in my veins. His lips curved slowly, dangerously, as he leaned close enough for his breath to brush my ear. “Funny,” he murmured, voice low and certain. “For an Alpha… you smell like prey.” My heart slammed against my ribs. If he figured it out, everything would end. And yet— my Omega instincts whispered something far worse. I wanted him closer.

My bestie Kenna and I were the fated mates of the two most powerful Alpha brothers in the Dark Moon pack. I was mated to the Head Alpha, Cade. Kenna was mated to his brother, Rhys. On our mating anniversary, a bloody package reeking of Rogues arrived. It was from Cade’s childhood friend, Lilah. The feral scent shocked my body into premature labor. Kenna rushed me to the pack’s private medical center. But the labor triggered a fatal condition: “Moon Eclipse Sickness.” My life force was draining away. With my last bit of strength, I used our mind-link to beg my Alpha for help. His furious voice was my only answer. “You’re faking this just because I missed our anniversary? Lilah’s rare silver hound is giving birth, and it’s dangerous. Don’t cause trouble for me now!” In the end, it was Kenna who drained her own wolf’s spirit to save me. I barely survived. But the pup I delivered was rushed to emergency care, too weak from my fading life force. Her eyes bloodshot, Kenna contacted her mate, Rhys. She begged him for "Moonflower Dew"—a serum from his own company that could save our baby. "Lilah's hound is weak after giving birth. I’m busy making a special formula for it. You and Evelyn are two of a kind. Always stirring up trouble. First her drama, now yours." My pup died. And my heart shattered with him. “Kenna, I’m rejecting my mate bond with Cade.” “If you reject him, I reject mine. Traitors don’t deserve mates.” But when we told the Alpha brothers we were rejecting them, they felt a panic they had never known.

Kiera has spent years surviving by one rule: run! Mute and deeply traumatized, she escapes a hidden underground facility on a remote island where human “Hunters” experimented on her mind, turning her into Subject 3—a psychic weapon stripped of choice and voice. When the Hunters begin their relentless pursuit to reclaim her, led by the cold and meticulous Dr. Hale, Kiera flees into the surrounding wilderness, her fear threatening to unleash powers she barely understands. Her flight brings her into the territory of a bear‑shifter clan, where she encounters Ronan, their Alpha. Fierce, grounded, and fiercely protective, Ronan unexpectedly connects to Kiera through a telepathic bond that cuts through her terror and isolation. Though the connection frightens them both, it becomes Kiera’s only lifeline as the Hunters close in and the island itself begins to fracture under the weight of her uncontrolled abilities. As attacks escalate into a brutal siege, the truth of Kiera’s past begins to surface. Her silence was not an accident—it was engineered. Her panic responses were designed. And buried within her mind is a weaponized trigger meant to reactivate her conditioning and erase what little sense of self she has reclaimed. Dr. Hale knows her real name, knows how to break her—and believes she will always belong to him. Hunted through abandoned laboratories and nightmare corridors filled with the remnants of failed experiments, Kiera must confront her past. Ronan, defying both his enemies and his own clan, vows to protect her not as a weapon, but as a person—no matter the cost. The Bear's Revenge is a dark, emotionally driven paranormal thriller about survival, trauma, and reclaiming. It explores what it means to be heard after being silenced—and the strength it takes to choose yourself when the past refuses to let go.

Isang malaking iskandalo ang yumanig sa buhay ni Gracie sa mismong birthday celebration ng step-father niyang si Armand Luistro. Sa kalagitnaan ng magarbong party ay biglang ipinalabas sa led screen ang isang scandalous video kung saan siya ang naroon at may kasama siya na isang lalaki. Nasa aktong pagtatalik ang tagpong napanood ng maraming bisita. At ang lalaking kasiping niya ay ang boyfriend ng kanyang wicked half-sister na si Tatiana. Hindi niya akalain na ganoon pala ang planong paghihiganti ni Narita sa kapatid niya kung saan nakipagtulungan siya sa una. Dahil sa malaking kahihiyan ay itinakwil siya ng sariling ina at pinalayas siya ni Armand sa buhay at pamamahay ng mga ito. Nakasumpong siya sa ng bagong yugto ng buhay sa may kalayuang bayan ng Lopez Quezon. Nagkaroon siya ng trabaho sa isang event center at part-time emcee rin siya. Nang matanggap siyang site manager sa bagong dini-develop na subdivision sa nasabing bayan, nakilala niya ang boss niya na si Oliver Wright. Isang cold hearted na lalaki na na nagpapadagdag appeal sa kagwapuhang taglay nito. Hindi mapigilang humanga ni Gracie sa binatang boss. Ngunit ito pala ay isa sa mga anino ng kahapong nagtakwil sa kanya noon. Susubukin n’on ang pagkakalapit nila sa isa’t isa at lumalambot na puso sa kanya ni Oliver.

In my last life, my brother Leo—the heir to the Moretti crime family—stripped our estate bare of every last soldier, all for a Vegas jaunt. All because his new flame, Scarlett, had a jones for the high-roller tables. The Volkovs—our rivals, the very ones Leo had just pissed off—saw their opening and stormed our gates. My mother, Sofia, took a bullet meant for me. Died protecting me. I blew up Leo’s phone, my pleas turning to screams. He didn't answer. He waltzed back in after the shooting stopped, bringing our men home, but far too late for it to matter. Then, the news from Vegas. Scarlett was gone. A suicide note left behind. In it, she painted me as the monster. The one who’d leaked our weaknesses to the Volkovs. The one who'd orchestrated a fake kidnapping and torture plot, all to drive her to despair and lure Leo home. A perfect, tragic lie. Leo read the letter calmly. Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right in the middle of the fire and the blood. This time, I shoved my mother behind me, dragging her toward the panic room. And the bastards who were too blind to believe me? They’ll regret it.

My husband, Chandler Goodwin, claims that he doesn't understand what the phrases "silent treatment" or "giving the cold shoulder" mean. Yet, in the three years we have been married, he has never once spoken to me sweetly. The first time we have a falling out, I remain proud and dignified. We end up ignoring each other for seven days straight. The seventh time we have a cold standoff, I start to panic a little. However, despite trying all sorts of methods, he doesn't back down. The 11th time it happens, I have already learned to work through my emotions myself. Chandler doesn't even need to say anything before I take the initiative to apologize first. I simply think that he's just a naturally indifferent person, that nobody can warm his stone-cold heart. Then, on the third year of our marriage, I accidentally ruin his dress shirt while ironing it. Chandler doesn't say a word, but that very night, he packs his things and moves into a hotel. On the third day of being blocked, I head to his company with a handwritten apology. While passing by his office, I spot him leaning over to shoot his angry assistant a doting smile. "I'm sorry for raising my voice at you just now and upsetting you. It's been 57 minutes since you started ignoring me. Please stop giving me the cold shoulder, alright?" I freeze on the spot, the apology letter in my hand practically burning my fingers. As it turns out, it's not that he doesn't know what the silent treatment means—it's just that I've never been the person he wants to coax.

I never wanted any part in this. But I have no choice. With a deep sigh, I force down an invisible lump in my throat, looking up at the priest. I press my fingers tighter into the flower I am holding, hoping it hides how much I am shaking. Dreading the words the priest is about to utter. “Do you, Ariella Cecilia Boone, take Dermos Salvatore to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest asks. I blink. I badly want to say it, badly want to scream that I am not Ariella Cecilia Boone. My lips tremble as I force the truth down my throat, “Yes, I do.” I murmur, my voice a little over a whisper. ~~~~ Ariel Hannah Boone didn't know what life had in store for her when she woke up on her twin sister's wedding day, only to find out her sister had run away. She went into panic when her mother insisted she take her place because Dermos Salvatore was no man to joke with. Dermos was the most feared Don in the whole of Sicily, one who killed without care. A blood thirsty murderer with no remorse. In an attempt to save her family from his wrath, she takes her sister's place at the wedding. Pain, suffering, and betrayal are all she knows the moment she became his. Secrets begin to unveil as she realises her family isn't what it seems. And when whispers of her sister's disappearance reach her, she finds out the truth. He never wanted Ariella; it had always been her. Ariel has to choose between a love built on lies or betraying her sister and family. She was his bride, and he was her prison, yet he would never let her go.

SAVAGE LOVE GENRE: Romance By, Tamar writes PROLOGUE Amour sniffed back her tears as she watched the scene before her. Never in her life would she have imagined getting herself in this situation she currently was. It felt like a never ending nightmare. The sound of footsteps was what rented the room, it was coming from a tall figure, his gaze never left the man that was tied down on a chair with both his hands chained down on the table The figure held a sharp silver colored knife in his hand, twirling as if it was his play toy, a vicious smirk playing on his lips Every step he took instilled fear and panic inside the man that was tied down. “Boss please forgive me! I was drunk so I thought she was one of the clan's whóre I swear I didn't know she was yours" The man begged like his life depended on it. "Which hand did you use to touch her" Aurelio spoke calmly. "My.. My.. L-Left-" He wasn't chanced to finish his sentence when Aurelio cut off his left hand completely. Blood splashed on his cheek as it began bumping out of the man's hand. "Aargh!!!" The agonizing cry from the man echoed in the room as he peed on himself. Aurelio turned to Amour who looked horrified with the scene she just witnessed. His hands found his way to her neck and he gripped it tightly, bringing her face close to his so he could have a clear view of the terrified look on her face. "This Is just the highest level of my kindness compared to what I can do. Remember this, you're mine! Mine to touch, mine to f**k, mine to do whatever I want with... No one else... But me"

" You're mine, little bird." My blood thrummed loudly in my ears as I crawled away from him on the floor. With long strides, he was already standing above me. He pulled me up and covered my mouth with his palm. Panic set in, my limbs shaking in terror. "You need a reminder of who you belong to." His mismatched eyes boring into mine. I shook my head, violently, tears wetting his hand over my mouth. He brought the knife to my face." Tell your lover, Zayden, not to get involved. I already graced you with the wedding. Marry him, but 7 days after the wedding, come back to Denver, where you belong." I nodded desperately, hoping he wouldn't hurt me. " I'll leave a souvenir." He chuckled and then dug the pocket knife into my side. **** Lillain's life is a delicate mess. Having survived her traumatic childhood by suppressing her memories, she has to do everything to survive, which includes agreeing to a contract marriage with her boss to have access to his wealth. Engage to Enigmatic and wealthy Zayden, she hides a dark secret. She's been threatened by a mysterious figure from her past. Her past was coming back to haunt her. Zayden eventually discovers her secrets and confronts her. But Lillian can't confide in him - she's trapped in a web of fear and trauma, leaving Zayden devastated with the fear of losing her. The biggest shock comes when the mysterious figure appears, his menacing presence threatening to destroy Lillian's carefully constructed plans. With her world spinning out of control, Lillian must make a choice: confront her demons or risk losing everything including the man she had fallen in love with. But Little did she know that she wasn't the only one keeping secrets. Zayden had secrets, secrets darker than hers.

Sienna Vale stared at the two pink lines, whispering fiercely, “I’m keeping you. No matter what.” At nineteen, the hardworking college freshman never expected this secret. One clumsy lobby collision at Hale Industries sparked instant heat with Caspian Hale, the 29-year-old billionaire heir whose cold blue eyes hid dangerous fire. That same night, celebrating her internship win at a rooftop bar, one drink ignited forbidden passion. “I don’t do attachments,” Caspian growled against her lips before she fled at dawn. Weeks later, the pregnancy test changed her life forever. Then her estranged father reappeared, announcing his engagement to Caspian’s future stepmother. At the lavish party, the truth crashed down: Caspian would soon be her stepbrother. “You’re moving into the mansion,” her father said. “Family first, Sienna.” Panic surged. How could she hide his baby under the same roof? Caspian saw through her every evasion. One night he cornered her in the shadowed library. “Still running?” His voice was low, possessive. “You think we can erase that night?” “We have to,” she shot back, trembling. “We’re going to be family.” Desperate, Sienna faked closeness with Caspian’s charming best friend, Julian, to spark jealousy. “You’re using him?” Caspian snarled after watching them laugh on the terrace. “It won’t work. You’re already mine.” One stormy clash shattered restraint again. As her bump showed, Sienna lied to protect them: “Julian is the father.” Julian offered marriage as a shield. Caspian’s gaze turned lethal. “You think I’ll let another man raise my child?” Betrayals unraveled. Jealousy burned. Hearts cracked. Would her bump conquer the billionaire’s frozen world… or destroy them all?