7 Heavenly Breaths Novels & Stories

“Old Zayn, Weiner Stoermer is heading over to you guys with the 36 Heavenly Spirits. They’d be there in an hour or so! Please be careful!” The person on the phone only said three sentences, but that was enough to send chills down Zayn’s spine.

The couple who had been standing at the side, calmly watching the so-called brotherly reunion, suddenly dropped their elegant composure and rushed over in a panic. My biological mother, Catherine Lynch, reached out with trembling fingers to check if I was breathing. She took a long moment before finally letting out a shaky sigh of relief. "He's still breathing. Call an ambulance now!" The second I heard that, I snapped my eyes open and grabbed her wrist. "No need. It's just low blood sugar. I'll be fine."

It was like he's having a hard time to speak because of his heavy breathing. Amara couldn't help but to close her eyes once again because of his soothing voice. She felt him removed his head on her neck. She could say that his breathing became normal now, unlike seconds ago. Amara's hands turn into jelly and her hand glided down to the soft mattresses of the bed. "Sleep tight, honey," she heard the stranger said again as she felt soft and gentle peck on her forehead. "FUCKING SHIT! Fucking shit!" Helios can't help but to let out a crispy and multiple curse. He grabbed his own hair and pulled it because of his frustration. And the remembered what he did awhile ago...

My breath comes in frantic bursts, everything narrowing as I desperately struggle for air. A faint sound registers somewhere in my addled mind. Shortly, I start to hear footsteps approaching, but I can't tear myself from the desperate need for air. My hand flies to my chest, pounding against my burning chest as if it will force air in. Then, a touch settles in my lower back before a deep and soothing familiar voice cuts through my haze. "Breath, Heiress."

“Even if you do.” He let out a broken sound. “Don’t say that.” The light surged again. The world tilted. The circle blurred. “Her breath is fading!” someone cried. Kieran pressed his mouth close to my ear. “Breathe with me. Now. In. Hold. Out. Again.” I followed him, even as the air felt thin, like it had to travel a long way to reach me. “In,” he said. I pulled it in. “Out.” I let it go.

“Even as your Luna, am I just paying you back by having sex with you and bearing your kids? I will always owe you everything, and what about-” He stops me from my spiral by simply putting his hand on mine. His steady warmth forces me to freeze, and my eyes meet his. He keeps my gaze as he says, “Breathe, Raina.” I follow him in the breathing pattern he shows me. Inhale for four, hold for seven, exhale for eight. Repeat. And again. And again.

He hoped everything would work out the way he should be able to figure out how to deal with the excess energy. “We will see you on the day you are called.” The DA said, and he knew that it was really happening. He was feeling good himself. He could finally breathe a little deeper. Max walked out of the room, and he then went for a drive to clear his head. He knew that he just wanted to get rid of everyone and everything in his head for a few hours.

He smirked, leaning down to have his face just a few inches from mine. “Sir please, I am not playing any kind of game with—” “Game?” he asked, his voice lowering an octave as if I sparked an idea in his wicked mind. Chuckling, he took a few strands of my hair, twirling it in his fingers. “…do you know the game, seven minutes in heaven?” “Yes, I do, sir…” hearing that, he pulled away, only to hook me closer by pulling me by my waist. His big hand is feeling me directly under my white top. “Uhm…I don’t think it is appropriate for me to-”

Ariadne replied, her voice cold, as if the words were a confession she had long been carrying. Sloane nodded thoughtfully, as though considering the weight of Ariadne’s words. “And I always feel depressed,” Ariadne added, her tone darkening. “My chest feels tight, like there's this constant pressure. I just need a breath of fresh air.” Sloane tilted her head slightly, her expression one of mild confusion. “But don’t you have a very large and beautiful rooftop garden? With so many plants, the air must be so fresh, Madam.”

ᴵ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ, ˢᵒ ʳᵉᶠʳᵉˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵀʰᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵉᶻᵉ ᵇˡᵒʷˢ ᵐʸ ᵉᵇᵒⁿʸ ʰᵃⁱʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒⁿᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ˢᵗᵉᵖ, ˡ'ˡˡ...