When The Day Met The Night Panic At The Disco Novels & Stories

In the mafia’s mansion….. WAKE UP. IT IS NINE IN THE MORNING; screamed a robotic voice from the device placed on the nightstand. After receiving no command to stop, the device repeated the same phrase at a higher volume. But this time, a giant muscular hand landed on the device, switching it off. And that was it. A slight movement of hands putting the alarm off, and the mafia was wide awake. Giving a light stretch to his body on the bed, he moved the duvet off his body and was soon standing on the floor, stretching his knuckles, neck, and arms, cracking all the walls of laziness in his body.

It was already eight in the evening when all three of us look set for the frat party. As we begin to drive toward the club where the party is held, I belatedly find out it’s the same club I met Dima, my body hums in anticipation. I can’t forget what happened here. The kiss, the stampede, the death. It makes my pulse begin to quicken but I endeavor to rein it in. Mercy winks and smiles at me when she steps out of the wheel. They can’t see the change in my mood. It’s only me that feels it. The event invited panic attacks within me. Mae wags her brow as they shoo me in.

Chapter 15 “AH, I missed this.” Jeremy emptied his glass again. I averted my gaze and looked at the movie. The first day of Pets’ Day happened a while ago and after we finished, Jeremy fetched me and brought me to his condo, saying he needed someone to accompany him in drinking. We’re watching a movie as we drink, but seems like I’m the only one who’s watching it. The place is dark, and the only source of light was the light coming from the T.V.

he shouted at someone. I could hear the sound of keys jingling and then the metallic click of a lock being opened. Trence's voice was fading in and out as if he were moving further away from me. I felt like he laid me down somewhere. I tried to reach out for him, but my limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. Panic surged through me as I struggled to stay conscious. The world around me seemed to blur and distort, and I feared I was losing touch with reality.

Sia remained a constant presence, helping Selene navigate the ups and downs. One particularly rough day, Selene's anger surged uncontrollably. She lashed out, breaking a vase in her room, the shards scattering across the floor. Sia rushed in, finding Selene sitting amidst the debris, her hands shaking. "Selene, it's okay," Sia said softly, kneeling beside her. "We'll clean this up. It's just a vase." Selene looked at her with tear-filled eyes. "I'm scared, Sia. I don't know how to control this."

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

"From now on, with me by your side, no one will ever hurt you again. I will protect you. I will love you, trust you, and always be there for you." A warm feeling went all through me. I blinked as tears almost came out. I put my arms around Alex's neck, and he held me just as tightly. That night, we became one. When I woke up the next morning, many people were outside my door, all waiting to say sorry. Confused, I followed them to the middle of the pack, where the announcement board was. It wasn't until I saw what was written there that I understood why they had come.

~Olivia~ Day turned night and the night didn't slow down for me. Not after the countless bottles of drinks I had with Diane. Music thundered through the venue, vibrating in my bones, drowning out thought and consequences alike. Lights strobed across the crowd in violent flashes of colour, illuminating faces I didn’t recognize and didn’t care to. For that moment, I let myself be nothing but movement— shoulders swaying, feet unsteady, pulse syncing with the bass. It was easier that way.

The moment we stepped through the doors, I was hit with exactly what I expected and more. Loud music pulsed through the room, vibrating in my chest. Flashes of blue, red, and green lights flickered like fireworks, casting wild shadows on the walls. The air was thick with energy electric, intoxicating, alive. Ava spun around with a grin that could outshine the disco lights. “Come on, Jess, it’s your birthday!” she yelled over the music, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the dance floor. I hesitated for a split second, feeling the weight of the red dress, the heels, the makeup. But then I saw her carefree and wild, completely lost in the beat. She danced like no one was watching, and I co

he said quietly, "that right now, you want to feel anything except the pain you're in." Every word landed like a caress. Or a punch. I couldn't tell anymore. "Who are you?" I whispered. "Does it matter?" It didn't and shouldn't. But my hands were shaking. "I can help with that," he said, his voice dropping lower. "With feeling something else. Just for tonight." This is insane. This is dangerous. This is… "Okay." The word came out before I could stop it. "Help me forget." Something flashed in those storm-cloud eyes. Triumph, maybe. Or hunger.