Beast Breathing Novels & Stories

He took off his shorts along with his boxers, placing the condom onto his dick. He carefully positioned himself inside me, I let out a cry as a tear ran down my cheek. Aspen went slow at first, but once I had got used to the pain he went faster. Our loud moans filled the room and I felt us become one. Once we had both cummed, we both laid on the bed, cuddling. *** "Sky?" I hummed in response, "I have to change you." I nodded at him and sat up straight. He bit into his wrist letting the blood flow down his wrist, he put his wrist to my mouth allowing me to drink his blood.

I wanted to view those blue eyes of him from this much near. But when I notice about my conditions I was sure I would be easily noticed with even the blushes that was on my face and my heartbeat was on the plus point. As my ear was so near to his chest, I was given a golden chance to hear out his heartbeat so close to mine. His heart was…It was beating so fast unlike mine. It was way beating way too faster than mine was. I was hell shocked. Why is he breathing so fast? Is it because he was carrying me? Or is it because he was on the same position like me? No…no…that could never happen. How could he have same feelings like that of mine?

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

If I turn into a bastardized beast, what will become of my family and me? My heart could not have dropped any lower than my stomach. I clutched onto the covers, squeezing into my fists and wrinkling the smoothness of it. Tears blurred my eyes as I tried to think of what to do in this position. I could feel the panic attack creeping in as my breath labored. I truly do have the blood of a beast in me. And I wondered whose it was. I tried to breathe through my nose, but my lungs failed me. My lips parted on their own accord when my inside began to churn. The heart monitor spiked up, the quick, loud beeping of the machine offering no comfort to me.

“The beast is a serpent and it is massive with large and hard scales. It emits some sort of low frequency sound so beware of that and also, it can spit the plague at you.” “Spit the plague at you?” one of the men replied back at me, his eyes were wide with shock. “Keep it together, Flint,” Claude said to him. He looked at Claude, “Am I the only one that heard what he said?” I looked him dead in the eye, “You heard right, now get it together.” We resumed walking and when we got to where Rebekka and I saw it last, it was not there. Just as expected but to my surprise, there was a trail.

Every breath she takes sounds ragged and stolen. But she’s breathing. That’s the only truth I let myself hold. Ingrid skids to a halt beside me, I can see her wolf just below the surface. Itching to tear something apart with all of the adrenaline running through her body. Ysabeau stumbles several steps farther before bracing against a tree, coughing up stone dust from her lungs like she ripped it straight from the mountain’s throat.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

I left my office and walked into the living room, hoping the movement would settle the uneasiness building inside me, It didn't. My wolf was pacing restlessly inside me, refusing to settle. “Can we go out and bring her ourselves?” my wolf asked. I stopped walking. “You know that’s impossible. How can you suggest that?” I said. The idea was absurd, I couldn't simply leave the palace and go searching for a woman in the middle of the day. The curse prevented me from stepping into sunlight, and there were limits to what I could even do. But my wolf didn't care about any of that, he wanted her.

I bolt straight in my bed, panting, my hair falling to my face. All I can hear is my fast beating heart, threatening to burst out of my chest. I close my eyes, pushing hair away from my sweat-covered face, then fall back in sheets again, trying to calm my ragged breath.

The little shit was fast, but he couldn’t shake me that easily. A metal door of a dumpster clanged shut, but I didn’t need to hear that to know where he was. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, its erratic rhythm a testament to his fear. Yet, he had no idea what fear truly meant. He would understand, soon enough, once I caught him. Then he would face the embodiment of terror.