Breathless 2012 Novels & Stories

My heart beats so fast and im running out of breath. "Ah-ah! Na-na. Ahhhhh!" I screamed. //Bless you! 🥰

I stayed there frozen on my seat, unable to move an inch. “Breather in and breathe out. Breathe in and then breathe out….” I kept chanting those continuously until I could finally calm my nerves. “You can do this, Aiv! You’re a strong girl.” I mentally prepared myself and slowly turned my head to see the “person” staring right through the window at me with its dark ashy green eyes. I felt a chill run down my spine. It was like someone had poured icy cold water on my naked body in winter. Our eyes locked for a second,but before I could come back to my consciousness, he disappeared.

Trying to fight it but it's even getting hard to take a breath, trying to fight my body and take a deep breath. "Fuck Kian!"

The air inside his chest seemed to have been sucked out by him, Sweet Pea was breathing hard, her cheeks were not sure whether because of lack of oxygen or because of being kissed by him, but Sweet Pea couldn't stand it anymore. With both hands pounding on his chest, Brene Brian was clearly still unsatisfied, but fortunately he still had a bit of humanity left, letting her go, Sweet Pea was freed, hastily sniffed to In contrast, Brene Brian was beside her, her breathing was very calm, her face was not red, her heart was not beating fast, her eyes were cold.

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 I couldn’t breathe. The air came in too short. Too fast. My hands were braced against the bathroom sink as I tried to pull air into my lungs, but it felt like something was tightening around my chest from the inside. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. I repeated the word in my head, but my body wouldn’t obey.

Terrified of being alone. And now, in this basement, that fear was back. Not just fear, but trauma. An old wound ripped open again. I couldn't breathe. My chest was tight. The air felt thin. I tried to take a deep breath, but I couldn't. My lungs felt constricted. "Help!" I whispered weakly. "I-I... can't... breathe..." My head spun, my vision blurred further, or maybe it was already dark, so there was nothing left to blur.

I sighed and started toward the nearest cabinet, opening it and exhaling a breath of ease when I noticed it was empty. It wasn't long before I was safely nestled inside the cabinet, peering out the small crack I'd made so I could see what was going on outside. It was really thin and I could only see the wall, but I wasn't taking any risks about being seen. I kept my breathing steady and quiet as I sat in the cabinet - unlike people in horror movies. It always seemed that when it counted, the actors' breaths seemed to drastically increase in noise, evidently leading to their doom. I was confident, though, that it wouldn't happen to me. I wouldn't let my breathing be the death of me.

-Skylar- Suddenly, the pain stopped and everything around me looked completely different. Not in the sense that I was in a new environment, the way I was seeing everything was different. It was like I had a new pair of eyes; everything was much sharper. My nose filled with the most beautiful scent, cinnamon, my nose followed the scent, landing on Aspen. I looked at him, only to see him looking at me with complete and utter shock. I tried to get out some words, wanting to ask what was wrong, but nothing came out apart from a howl. Why was I howling?

It feels like an invisible weight is sitting directly on my lungs; the pressure is unbearable. Everything around me seems to spin, blurring into a chaotic mess. I can't focus on a single thing; the world is moving too fast, and it is becoming harder and harder to breathe. I claw frantically at my throat as tears soak my cheeks. I try to speak, to apologize, but no sound comes out. I reach out for something to stabilize my shaking body, but I can't find anything to hold onto. I feel myself falling, but the hard floor never comes. Instead, strong, familiar arms wrap around me, lifting me entirely off the ground.

Love can hit you when you least expect it. It could be a soft easy wind that caresses you and gets stronger over time till it absorbs into your body and heart. Other times it can hit you like a gale-force wind and take every breath you will ever have, and breathe life into the person who took it in the first place. Laken stole my breath. She was my gale-force wind, and I will gladly give her every breath I have just to keep her safe, alive, and mine. If I have to live without her then I don’t want my breath. I don’t want anything but her. I will go to hell and back to get her from the grips of death.