Book Still Breathing Novels & Stories

"He's the only one who knows where my baby is!" All eyes came to rest on the man beneath them, barely distinguishable as human. Liv leaped the black maw of the chasm and hit her knees beside the broken and bloodied warrior. Ignoring the gore, she spread her palm on his chest, desperately searching out a breath or a heartbeat. The wolves shifted and kneeled beside her. They glanced around the circle, chagrined. In their bloodlust, they'd forgotten this most important fact. "He's breathing," Liv said with an anguished cry. She leaned over the body, peering down into the swollen and pummeled features. A bubble of blood burst from one nostril. He wheezed something, but it was too garbled to unde

​The Respiration didn’t just shudder; it suffocated. The oily black ink erupting from Leo’s charred flute wasn't a liquid—it was a Literal Narrative Coup. As the scream tore through the bridge, the emerald pulse of the ship’s ironwood heart turned a sickly, bruised purple. The walls, once alive with the "Davis Resonance," began to flatten into the cold, dead texture of a heavy-duty storage crate.

Heartbeats Of Poetry. Written by Kathareen Edwards and Timothy Williams. I feel like I couldn't breathe well as I smell the pages of the book- our book. I stared at him and a nervous face was painted on his face. He scratched his nape and then faced me. “ I hope you like it.” he stated. My brows narrowed and I hit him lightly in his tummy. “ You must be kidding.. I love it. Thanks for this-ouch.” I stated and I suddenly felt like a little pain in my left part of my chest. “ Are you okay?” he asked and kneeled down in front of me. Grandpa and Miss Mia heard Tim so they came close to me.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

And I realize I can breathe again. I drift off on the couch, hope warming me like a soft blanket.

"Rebecca, stop playing around. I've already unlocked the door. You're pulling on the door now because you don't want to come out, am I right?" I smiled bitterly as I looked at the inside of the door, which was distorted. While I was suffocating inside the cellar, I tried ramming into the door over and over again out of a strong will to live. However, the door was exceptionally sturdy. I could not even make the door open for just a small crack. In the end, I died of suffocation inside. My dear brothers, when you found my body, could you show me just a tiny bit of your love and bury me next to our mom and dad?

“The only known Ancients to be recorded in history are not that many, the stone giant in the north, the large kraken living in the Ospian Sea, the phoenix and other more. The giant tortoise ‘Bolus’ wasn’t mentioned in the history books. “!” “Human, how did you know my name?” “Ummah!” “Oh Cotton, you got curious about our talk too, haven’t you? Before I answer that should I first remove that needle first, okay?” Bolus was still filled with curiosity regarding Cillian’s identity but he accepted the offer for help since he can’t do anything about it on his own. “After I remove the needle, you should tell me how you got this stuck, okay! Heeuupp! Now then, how should I remove this?”

I don't even know if I am breathing! ~~~~END OF FLASHBACK~~~~

They carefully pile up some fingers to send to the gambling dens until Mick growls, signaling everyone to back off. I wasn’t sure how the bastard was still alive, his heart was barely recognizable. Mick trots to him, staring down into his bleak eyes. He’s on his back now, his guts exposed. A quick swipe across his face with a claw draws blood, coating Mick’s paw. I had no idea what I thought I’d feel at this moment. But I just feel dead. Because there are so many more Stephen Millers in the world. It’ll never be enough. Mick growls so loud, it practically shakes the room. He bares his canines, wanting them to be the last thing this piece of shit sees.

I mean, Gilbert brought that woman back from Athadale. Kisa sat on the sofa, scrolling through her phone, feeling bored. She looked at the time and realized that Gilbert had been out for an hour. 'What is he shopping for? Why isn't he back yet?' Kisa was hungry, so she took a sip of water. She then glanced at Gilbert's bookcase, planning to find something to read. The bookcase was huge, and office documents filled the middle and lower shelves. The two upper sections consisted of novels, essay collections, and so on. Kisa's gaze traveled across the bookcase, and it finally landed on the topmost part of the bookcase. There was something covered in black leather lying there, but it was not a bo