Panic Romane & Geschichten

"Not the strategic version of the truth. The actual truth about what you're feeling." "I'm terrified," I said. "Of how much I care about your perspective. Of the fact that your opinion matters to my decision-making. Of the reality that you've fundamentally changed how I understand the world. And most of all, I'm terrified that if I admit all of that, I'll lose the control that keeps me functional." "That's the most honest thing I've heard you say," Eli said quietly. "And it's not actually terrifying. It's just human. It's just what happens when someone matters to you."

Ping added quietly, “…there’s no going back.”

she begs. I grab her by the throat pushing her against the nearest wall. The rage that takes over my body is barely controllable. I am vibrating with anger, and I see the fear on Margie’s face. I can feel my Gamma trying to reach me but my wolf, Max, has become impossible to control.

he asked. “No, sir.” Ken frowned. “Those incompetent fools. I specifically instructed them to gather all the details… Why are there…” Lucian sighed, tapping is hand on his desk. “Well, anger itself can’t be considered an illness,” he said calmly, attempting to make sense of what he had just learned. “But it’s associated with Intermittent Explosive Disorder,” Ken added. Lucian looked at him. “Explosive what?” “IED, sir. It means—” Ken began.

*flashback over* With disappointment now mingled with confusion, Augustine's anger swelled, threatening to consume him. In a fit of rage, he let out a furious roar, the sound reverberating through the lab space. His arm swung forcefully, sweeping across the nearest countertop, causing chaos to erupt as beakers, papers, and equipment crashed to the floor, accompanied by the shattering of glass. The physical manifestation of his anger mirrored the shattered remains of his expectations.

"You're not ready." Hawk didn't budge. Didn't blink. He bit down on Quill's jaw, and tugged the skin just under his ear like he meant to leave another scar. "You feel what I feel." Quill could barely hold on. It twisted inside him, scraped at the edges, begging to break loose. His pulse kicked harder behind his ribs. "I do, but you're concussed." "I'm not." "You're still bleeding in places." "Barely."

-!What... ta fuck Maia! "I gritted my teeth with annoyance, I almost hit my nose with her crazy driving. What is wrong with that crazy girl who gave her license? I knew I should take her phone while she was driving. All the time she is like in another world and her love life doesn't help with that at all. I looked at her face, but I felt that something was off with her, she became so pale. Her eyes were focused on her screen as if she was looking at her death in it. Fear ran down over my skin. With every second she looked paler almost blue, she didn't even breathe. She began to shake from fear, is it a panic attack? My eyes landed on her phone screen. And I co

" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."

December 20, 1810 I am convinced that Fallon is suffering from some disease of the brain.She sulks all day and speaks to no one.In all the months that she has been here,she has yet to say a word of what happened in Egypt.It is almost as if she has erased the memory of that time from her mind.We have no idea what happened to her over there or how the deaths of her parents have affected her.