Book Still Breathing Novels & Stories

She didn’t get any response to her question. “ He is still breathing ” Scarlet informed the two frighten best friend. The good news thrilled Isabella but it doesn’t stop the tears that was flowing from her eyes.

I did not say anything during the entire thing and just watched her quietly as she put on her show. I wanted to know just how sincere she was during our seven years of friendship. By the looks of it, I was too naive and mistook this venomous viper for a harmless pet. That was why I ended up dying so tragically in the previous cycle. “That’s fine. If you can’t help me, someone else will.” I did not stop smiling and dialed a number. The moment the call went through, the person on the other end asked anxiously, “Miss Nelson, have you managed to contact Joy?”

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

All I could do was whisper, "Mom, I'd still be your daughter if there's an afterlife." On the day Carly faced judgment, my spirit began to vanish. The court listed her crimes one by one—slaughtering her own family, ordering rogues to murder the pack's noble pureblood… The moment her guilt was declared, my spirit started fading for good. Then, a soft breeze enveloped me, like a voice calling gently, "Lina, it's time to come home." In an instant, the wind swept me away, drawing me toward the distant glow of light. I saw Mom, whose face I had found difficult to recall clearly. She wore a stunning green dress, and at her feet stood my dog, White Fang.

I exhaled slowly through my nose, forcing my breathing to steady. That's the next target.

Hand on the knob. The house burned behind her, slowly, elegantly. The kind of fire that didn’t destroy, only reminded you what had already been lost. She didn’t look back. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t cry. She turned the handle. The door creaked open. And behind it, There was no sky. No ground, Just a single chair. Facing away from her. Someone sat in it. Reading, A book made of bone. Their voice hummed. And the page they read out loud was Chapter 101.

Because of her. Cael knelt beside her, his face pale and unreadable, fingers hovering an inch from her skin as if afraid to touch. I’d seen him face down Riftborn without blinking. Now, he looked like a man staring at the edge of a blade pressed against his throat. “She’s breathing,” I said quietly. “I know.” His voice was rough, too controlled. “But it’s not the same.” He was right. The rhythm of her breath matched the glow of the Heart, one inhale for every pulse of light. The forest itself seemed to breathe with her. The roots beneath my boots thrummed softly, alive with something vast and old.

“It’s so hot, and this is an outdoor party. She’s suffering from heatstroke, yet she lies on the ground and continues to pretend. A cold drink will fix her right up!” Suddenly, I felt like I was about to die. My heart pounded violently, and my shoulders started shaking. I gasped for air, but nothing reached my lungs. My throat let out harsh, ragged breaths. The guests saw that something was wrong with me and stepped back in fear. “She… she’s not actually dying, is she?” Ethan’s eyes widened. His whole body trembled as he froze in place.

Her in the library, dropping books from the top shelf as she refused to grab the ladder. Instead, the quiet of the pack house seems to suffocate me. I can feel the air in my throat get stuck, somewhere near my adams apple. I grab onto the wall near the living room, leaning against it as I struggle to catch my next breath. The world spins around me and I gasp and gasp again, trying to get hold of a breath that never seems to come.

It seemed to be coming from the very walls of the library. "Do you hear that?" I asked. Sofia paused, tilting her head. "The Resonance? Yes. The building is breathing with us, Mother. The living wood and the fused coral have finally reached a state of total integration. The library isn't just a building anymore; it’s a living memory."