Novel & Cerita Breathless 2012

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.

The couple who had been standing at the side, calmly watching the so-called brotherly reunion, suddenly dropped their elegant composure and rushed over in a panic. My biological mother, Catherine Lynch, reached out with trembling fingers to check if I was breathing. She took a long moment before finally letting out a shaky sigh of relief. "He's still breathing. Call an ambulance now!" The second I heard that, I snapped my eyes open and grabbed her wrist. "No need. It's just low blood sugar. I'll be fine."

“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.

De Vega’s last wish. In the middle of the run, Blair stopped because of her abnormal breathing that eventually became heavy. She was attacked by her asthma so Trestan immediately pulled her to hide somewhere safe and gently made her sit. “Blair… Blair, calm down.” He was holding her on her shoulders. “I… I can’t breathe.” She coughed several times and tears fell while gasping for air. “Breath with me. Inhale, exhale. His cold hand held her cheek while the other one was searching for the inhaler inside the bag. “Inhale, exhale. Slowly. Relax. Inhale, exhale.”

“I just wished it to be a nightmare, a prank, a lie. Anything. It was like I was dying. Worse. I couldn’t breathe…” “How did you… cope with it…” he sounded breathless. “I was trapped in the attack conspiracy before I could think of coping. I had no choice but to move ahead for myself…” I said after a deep inhale. He tumbled onto the couch with his head held low in the shadows of his chest. “Tell me, love…” his voice shuddered. His trembling fingers clenched his chest. Tears ran down his eyes as he lifted and leaned his head against the couch, taking incomplete breaths hoarsely through his mouth. None of the breaths reached his lungs. His chest rose and fell painfully as he struggled to breat

She was feeling frenetic and short of breath. He lifted her off and gave her a chance to breathe. She gulped in air and closed her eyes for a second to relish the relief she was feeling at that very moment. She felt like she would pass out at any moment. She felt light headed. But her relief was short-lived, her breath seized in her throat when he inched away from her skin to get a proper look at her beautiful face. His breathing had become ragged, and he appeared to be inebriated, with his eyes half closed. He looked lost and famished. His condition terrified her. His obscene touch was making her sick.

Cyran suddenly took hold of my shoulder. My eyes flew to his, but I couldn't quite make him out. Why the hell was everything getting dim all of a sudden? "Hey! Hey! Hey, breathe. Breathe, Vesper," he yelled, his voice piercing through the ringing in my ear, and that was when I realized I was holding my breath. I let go, blowing out a sharp breath before sucking in a lungful of air, the heat behind my eyes scorching. "There. There. Just like that..." He whispered softly, his eyes roaming over my face. "Are you alright? Do you feel better?"

Why is he here, where is little man? what's going on. I suddenly felt like a thousand hands were pressing down on my windpipe making it hard to breathe. Breathe Glamour, breathe. I kept chanting in my head till I was able to breathe again. I can't believe my eyes, maybe I'm beginning to see things because I'm traumatized.

My blood ran cold. Dimitri kissed my head.... I hear several stampeding elephants in the hall. "Where!" Orion screams. "Is she okay?" Hendrix yells. "Is she alive he means?" Paxton says. "Shhh! She's asleep!" Dimitri whispers. I hear the floor creak, and I knew they are in my doorway. "Are you positively sure she's alive?" Hendrix says worried. "I'm positive. She was breathing when I went in there." Dimitri whisper yells at his brother.

It flickered, unfocused, sliding past her before catching somewhere near her shoulder. “No, no, no…” she kept saying under her breath, the words breaking apart. Miss Grace reached for her then, both hands coming up to hold her arms enough to ground her. “Breathe,” she said. “Slowly. Don’t fight it. Just… breathe.” Ava tried. Her mouth opened, pulling in air that felt thin and insufficient. Her shoulders lifted with the effort, tension climbing up her neck, settling behind her eyes. “I can’t—” she whispered, the words barely there.