Breathless 2012 Novels & Stories

And then, just as suddenly, they stopped. They held their breath, their bodies tense with the effort to remain completely silent. Mason clasped Anna's hand in his, his grip firm and reassuring, silently urging her to stay calm. Anna struggled to keep her emotions in check, tears streaming down her face as she fought the urge to sob, knowing that even a single sob could be their undoing. They could hold their breath for an extended period, as they had been trained for it. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as they waited, hearts pounding, for the footsteps to move on.

"Oh, you haven’t even seen my worst. Are you jealous, Iry?" I mocked her before walking into the closet to grab some clothes for her. But as soon as she stepped in behind me, a wave of suffocating panic wrapped around my chest. My breathing hitched. The air felt too thick. I couldn’t breathe. **"Lillian, get the fuck out! I—I can’t breathe!" I gasped, clutching my chest. Her smile instantly faded. Her dark eyes softened as she whispered, "So that’s where that went…" I forced deep breaths. "What are you talking about?"

Twelv- It was becoming harder to hold my breath. I thought that I might die before he decided to say anything. Fifteen seconds Twenty-three seconds— I was sure I was now red in the face. Alex placed a hand on my shoulder, shaking me slightly but I ignored her. I refused to open my eyes or breathe until he said something. “Tomorrow by noon, Cole will come to get you.” He said and I took I large intake of air. It felt as if my lungs wanted to collapse and they surely would have if I had held my breath for a second more.

He looked down at her as his arms were around her waist and her head pressed against his shoulder. She opened her eyes and stared at the dark brown ones staring right back at her. They were so soft that they made her feel breathless. As if she was the only one that mattered to him. His eyes continuously went to her lips. He clenched his jaw as he felt breathless himself being so close to her. Her hands tightly gripping his arms, her breath hitting his neck softly. His eyes darkened as stared at her. Natalie could see an animalistic look in his eyes. She took a deep breath and pulled herself away from him slowly.

Since I learned, within hours of arriving, that I was collateral against a debt I had never signed for. I have been breathing shallowly for ten days. I have been taking in only as much air as I needed to stay upright, to keep my hands steady on the deeds, to meet Domenico's eyes across the dinner table without flinching. Now I breathe deep, and the air tastes like rain and ozone and the salt of my own skin, and I let it fill my lungs until my ribs ache.

His breath stank of cigarettes. "Let me go!" I gagged, struggling hard. The next second, the guy flew two feet back, passing out with a grunt. A familiar, cool scent hit me as someone helped me up. I looked up to see a handsome face, and tears poured out. "You left the party early," he said, his voice deep and soothing. "I got worried and checked the surveillance. I'm sorry I'm late."

Suffocating. And suddenly all the lost years rush in at once. Birthdays missed. Christmas mornings without him. School plays with an empty seat. The man who was supposed to be there … wasn’t. And now he’s here. Bleeding on a filthy floor. Apologizing. Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. My lungs refuse to cooperate. Each inhale feels too small. Each exhale is shaky and insufficient. “Mel, stay calm. Think of the bean.” Kiara’s hand presses firmly onto my shoulder. Grounding. Anchoring.

"The bailout cylinder the victim was supposed to carry with her wasn't found at the scene. According to diving regulations, bailout cylinders need to be clipped to the right hip D-ring. "However, the victim's right hip D-ring was empty, and there was no sign of damage to the carabiner. In other words, her bailout cylinder was manually taken away by someone." James' breathing was growing increasingly rapid. He remembered now. At the time, I had struggled to reach for my bailout cylinder, yet Marissa had swum over and smacked my hand away. Back then, he had simply thought it was part of the prank. He had even laughed at me.

"You b*tch!" After listening to the whole conversation, Jae's face darkened. Murderous aura began to emitt on his whole body. When Director Poxter had barely reached her, the glass door of the office has been smashed into pieces. Director Poxter froze on the spot, and startled by the sudden sound. Jae stoods on the door way with a darkened expressions, and took a while. But Director Poxter finally recovered his senses from the shock, and flew into a rage. "Who let you barge in like that? Are you tired of living?!!! Security! Secu-....."

she teases. It happens in the blink of an eye. Whitney drops the bottle and we hear Stella coughing violently, gasping and wheezing, trying to take in a breath. "Oh my God, Stella," the fear in her voice is nothing like I've ever heard before. The rest of us look to be on the edge of a freak out, when calm as she ever is, Blaze gets up from her position on the couch, walks over, picks Stella up and walks back over to the couch we were sitting on. Stella is trying to breathe, we can all hear it, the gasp for breath is the scariest sound I've ever heard in my life. Her little throat muscles are working hard as her chest pumps up and down in small little pants, trying desperately to take in air