Breath Novel Novels & Stories

Brianna asked absentmindedly. She did not look anywhere else than the worried face of the man right in front of her. Brianna smiled faintly. Then she closed her eyes, leaning her head on the backrest of her seat. She inhaled deeply, and as she exhaled the air, she breathed all out. Another deep inhale followed. Then her breath outs became a blow of air as if she was trying to release whatever difficulties were inside her heart. “Anna…?”

You're in the book. I forgot how to breathe. Just for a second, I forgot. Forgot breathing. Forgot thinking. Forgot feeling. I forgot everything – everything but those words. When the breath finally came, sucking on the air like I couldn't get it into my lungs fast enough, my body juddered with the impact. ' M-me? '

The first thing Kael noticed was that he could breathe. He took another breath, sharp and involuntary, like his body didn’t trust it to last. That was wrong. He remembered not being able to breathe — the gas leak, the heaviness in his chest, the way the ceiling of his Seoul apartment had blurred and then simply stopped existing. He remembered dying with the particular indignity of a man who had fallen asleep on his couch reading a web novel and never woken up properly. He was awake now.

he breathed, “so damn much?” Cheryl shut her eyes. It was all she could do as his mouth moved on hers sweetly… possessively. Emotion poured through her. An unstoppable tide. There was a sound of a throat clearing and an embarrassed little cough. Guiltily, Cheryl pulled free of Nikolas. Two huge books were placed in front of her.

… In the bitter cold of that winter night, thunder suddenly crashed, and a torrential downpour began. In the bridal chamber, Princess Jasmine sat up with a jolt. She pushed Stephen off her body, clutched her chest, and gasped for air. Stephen sat up, annoyed, and wrapped himself around her waist again. He pressed a kiss to her ear. "Jasmine, what's wrong? You're wanting more? I can do even more. Want to try?" But Princess Jasmine didn't hear his question at all. Clutching her chest, she stumbled out of bed.

Not trembling like mine. For a fraction of a second, I hesitate. This is the point of no return. Then I place my hand in his. His fingers close around mine. Warm. Firm. Grounding. The contact sends a strange calm through me. He leans slightly closer. From the outside, it probably looks romantic. Intimate. Perfect. But only I hear the quiet murmur meant just for me. “Breathe.” Two syllables. Low. Controlled. My lungs finally obey. I hadn’t realised I’d been holding my breath.

Her pulse was hammering too fast, too loud. Her wolf snarled inside her. Trapped. Chains. Silver. Silent tears started to fall down her face. "Nova, look at me," Elle repeated, grabbing her hands. "You breathe, I breathe." Elle inhaled slowly, exaggerated — and Nova tried. She got nothing on the first attempt. Half a breath on the second. A sputter on the third. Then finally, a ragged gulp of air that burned all the way down. Nova broke. Sobs ripped out of her, cracked and raw and impossible to stop.

"I won't regret anything as long as I'm with you." He looked me in the eye. "Are you genuinely willing to marry me?" "Of course." I nodded and pulled out a pouch from my sleeve. I'd embroidered a pair of lovebirds on it. "I made this a few days ago. I don't know whether it's to your liking." He seemed surprised as he took the pouch. He scrutinized it for a long time before saying, "I wouldn't have expected any less of a proper lady of the Chapman family. Your embroidery is top-notch."

asked Atha and the cashier immediately counted all of Gaia's groceries and Atha quickly paid and then took her to the little girl's residence. "Asikkk ... after this I want to go to the mall with Mommy!" Gaia squealed in the car, making Atha surprised and stroked her rapidly beating chest. "Gosh, you can turn your voice down. Your ears hurt," Atha grumbled, rubbing her ears. "This is your punishment for picking me up late," Gaia shouted, making Atha rub her chest. "You'll lose your voice, then you'll know how it feels," Atha scolded, making Gaia speechless, because she never made a sound until her throat hurt.

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.