7 Heavenly Breaths Romane & Geschichten

Mission seducing starts. ************************************ How is it ?

THEN GOOD LUCK RELIVING THOSE MEMORIES! Stupid head voice. Fuck it. I look at the 3 sleeping pills in my hand. Before my hand goes to my mouth someone holds my wrist stopping me. "Christian..." ●●●

she whispered and smiled happily. “Mon amour, you gave me the entire Universe. Tonight, I’m going to take you to the edge of Heaven. Again, and again.’ And that was all that needed to be said. - THE END -

Breathing. Safe.

That night, the skies outside became a band of melodies; raging with a thunderstorm that could only be described as an omen. [The next morning Hevenly is seen dressed in a beautiful velvet dress made from Darkness that seemed me manifest as a solid object, a pair of high heels with long black stockings and a slit within the dress barely revealing her upper thigh. She intended to see to it that the seed she planted grew to its full bloom. This plane of Deidra was a very lush and beautiful forest almost untouched by any form of man-made structures.]

I start to hyperventilate again as my breathing starts to come out with short gasps. “Breath Hailey, please breathe my Angel. Do not think of what could have happened. I got you. You are safe.” His voice was in a soft but demanding tone as he tries to calm me down. Very slowly I listen to the voice, it is as if it talks to my soul. Making me start to calm down.

But the pain of that lingers, growing stronger by the second. Her ribs throb painfully, her spine demanding a shift that doesn’t occur as her pulse drums in her ears. For some terrifying minute, Heaven feels like she would split in two. Her jaw tightens. And she forces herself to breathe slowly. “Yes, keep breathing,” Freck urges. “Why won’t it come out or go in?” Heaven asks, much in pain, about to cry. “Your pleasure drew it out, but it isn’t enough to fully let it free. You need something more intense.”

A few extra steps would leave me gasping for breath. Even the normal amount of alcohol that other people enjoyed could cause my artificial heart to fail. I lifted my head to meet Bryan’s gaze and forced out a smile. “I suppose that means I won’t have to repay the $200,000.” Bryan froze in shock. His eyes were blazing with fury beneath the bone-chilling cold. He gritted his teeth and snapped, “Fine!” When I heard his reply, I smiled faintly. Then, I grabbed a bottle and downed it in one gulp.

my grandmother gasped and clutched at her chest. My mother bent her head and quietly sobbed into her handkerchief. “What else aren't you telling us? Isn't Heaven out of surgery? Where is she?” my father said coldly. I clenched my fists at his overbearing tone. How would I tell them that Heaven is pregnant and in a coma? “Heaven…” Sensing my hesitation, Grandma grew more agitated. “Why aren't you saying anything? What's wrong with Heaven?” Taking a deep breath, I could only say, “Heaven fell into a…a coma.”

Abigail said, barely above a whisper. Sky stepped forward and slipped her cloak from her shoulders. No weapon remained on her. No talisman. No borrowed focus. Just her. Her hair fell freely. Her hands held nothing. And beneath the earth, a small tremor answered. “Focus on your breathing,” Sky murmured. “Not your eyes. Not the magic. Let yourselves feel what the world forgot.” She closed her eyes and began to breathe—slowly. Not casting. Not summoning. Not commanding. Simply being.