Panic

I stared at his bloodshot eyes as panic invaded my heart. “I hate the way you smell…it makes me want to sink my teeth into that pretty neck of yours,” He hissed, walking towards me. He took some strands of my hair, sniffing and slowly biting down on his lower lip. “You drive me insane Bri,” His voice was starting to sound hoarse and deep with need. “I want to do unimaginable things to you, He continued. “Things…what things?” I asked in my naivety. I heard his low chuckle. “Anything you think a man could ever do to you,” He said. *** After being cheated on and rejected by her mate… Brianne, an omega without her wolf who thinks of herself as the ultimate damsel in distress goes into despair and depression. But not for long, as she soon got entwined with Jordyn, Alpha of silver-black pack after an accidental one-night stand. Something unexpected happens between them, leaving the entire pack puzzled and in an unsettled state.

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

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.

The plan was simple: go stay with my mom for a while, meet her new husband, maybe fake a few smiles, and then quietly count down the days until I could leave. I didn’t expect to end up at a club on my first night out, dancing too close to a dangerously hot silver fox who looked at me like he already owned me. One drink turned into a blur of heat and hands. We didn’t even make it into the car; he had me up against it, my fingers gripping the roof while his mouth made promises he definitely kept. I thought it was just a one-night mistake. A beautiful, filthy secret. Until the next morning… when I met my mom’s husband. And he was him. Now every family breakfast and dinner is a slow-motion panic attack; every glance between us is wrong. I can’t tell my mom. I won’t tell her. But the worst part? I still want him.

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?"

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'm seven months along with my second pregnancy when a truck almost hits me. My husband threatens the doctor like a maniac. "I'll make all of you retire prematurely if anything goes wrong with my wife!" Before I enter the operating theater, I can't help thinking he's being too anxious. The truck merely brushed past me and made me fall. He doesn't need to be so panicked. However, when I open my eyes again, I find that my belly is flat. I crawl out of bed in a panic and head to the door, where I overhear Lucian Jacobe talking to the doctor. "Mrs. Jacobe wasn't in a major accident, sir. The child could've been saved. Why did you insist on aborting it? It was a baby boy, too." "Jenny will cry if she finds out about me having children with another woman. How can I bear to see her upset? It's not my first time doing something like this, anyway."

For ten years, I bled for my fated mate, Damian. I forged him into an Alpha. I built his pack from nothing. But on the eve of our Blood Moon ceremony, he chose her. He made his first love, Isla—the one who abandoned him—the High Priestess. Not me. He thought I was just some rogue with a knack for magic. He thought he could drain my power, cast me aside, and claim Isla as his true mate. But he forgot who I am. I brokered the treaties. I negotiated the trades. I built the wards that kept them all alive. He and his pack hailed Isla as their savior. They groveled at her feet. They tried to get rid of me. Their plan? Force me to escort a demon to the Abyss of Exile. But he never knew my secret. I'm no rogue. I am the youngest daughter of the Alpha King. I am royalty. So I gave them what they wanted. I walked away. They only started to panic when my wards shattered and their lands were overrun.

as soon as I stepped out of the villa, it felt like I’d walked straight into a nightmare. Hector, the man I’d missed so much, was surrounded by soldiers, passionately kissing some woman I’d never seen before. The cheers and whistles around them felt like knives stabbing into my heart. I froze, my happiness turning into icy disappointment and rage. I forced myself to walk closer, even though every step felt like I was wading through quicksand. As more people noticed me, the noise died down, like someone had hit the mute button. Hector and his mystery woman were still in their own world until they finally sensed the eerie silence and pulled apart. When Hector’s eyes met mine, panic flashed across his face, but he quickly masked it. Holding the woman’s hand, he approached me. “Elena, this is Vanessa, she’s—” Before he could finish, Vanessa flashed a confident smile and offered her hand to me. “Hi, I’m Vanessa, Hector’s partner. We fell in love on the battlefield.”