Breathless Ana Novels & Stories

He leaned down with his body pressing against her's, making her close her eyes, feeling her heart beat drumming against her ears. Her hand shot to the back of his head to hold herself up. He leaned back up with the box in his hand and looked at her with a chuckle leaving his lips. She was so fun to tease. Her eyes were so tightly closed that he could see the lines appearing around them. Her teeths were caging her lower lip and she was holding her breath back like she was trying to kill herself due to lack of oxygen. He shooked his head at her silliness. “ Breath already! ” He sighed out and Ana suddenly let out the breath she was holding back with her face going beet red.

“And Redville in general. From my observance she hasn’t been having an easy time here.” “She never said anything,” Valens all but grumbled. “No one ever says anything to you, do they? You always have a terrible expression on your face.” Anisa responded. “Your mate – things are not looking good for the Luna.” “What’s wrong? How bad is it?” “She’s been complaining of breathlessness. She’s suffocating.” After a pause, she added, “The baby’s magic is suffocating her.” “Say that again,” Valens growled but Anisa said nothing else.

she stuttered with sobs, once again trying to reach out to me. Almost immediately after her last attempt, I quickly moved one of my hands to meet Aryana's shaking fingers, holding on tightly. With gentle movements, I brought her hand to my chest, palm resting over the fabric draped over my body. I let her feel the steady rhythm of my breaths, the distinguishable up and down of my thorax, and the muscles all moving to show Aryana that she could breathe successfully. Each intake of air was distinct and exaggerated to help Aryana focus.

The weight of the situation presses upon her, making it increasingly difficult to draw in air. Falling to her knees, Rose succumbs to the overwhelming panic that engulfs her. Her mind races with thoughts of the unknown lurking in the shadows, the possibility of never finding her way back, and the encroaching darkness that seems to swallow her whole. With her heart pounding in her ears, she struggles to regain control of her breath. Clutching her chest tightly, she tries to steady herself, seeking solace in the rhythmic beat of her own heartbeat. “Saisha -” As Rose's desperate plea for help escapes her lips, her breathing becomes increasingly labored, struggling against the forceful wind that

His vision blurred, and he had to use his saber as a crane to prevent himself from falling flat on the ground. ~Huff ~Cough ~Huff ~Cough Creed's breath was so rough and congested, it seemed as if he was being choked to death. He started breathing heavily to clear out the blood lumps inside his throat. Artemis could already guess what was going on with him. What he was facing right now is not some rare disease. Hunters already knew about this and called it anaerobic backlash. Considering the insane stunt, Creed pulled, had led him to this painful situation. The amount of burden he put on himself was way too much for his body. Now he was paying the price for it.

“Bella, what’s wrong, he asked when he realized I was struggling to breath “I need to go ple ase let me go then, I start to feel light-headed until I loss consciousness.

I looked up, and through the blurriness of my gaze, I could see him. Different eyes... "Anaís." His tone of voice was extremely soft. "You're okay." Mason assured, his hands holding my face. "You're going to be okay." His face was so close that his calm breathing brushed my lips. "I want you to focus on your breathing." I shook my head, tears rolling down my cheeks. “I… can’t breathe.” I placed my hands over his that were still gently holding my face. "You can." He whispered, "You'll be okay; nothing will happen to you." His thumbs caressed my cheeks in a soothing way. "I want you to count your breaths with me."

“Calm down?” I looked up at him, my face wet, my breath uneven. “Can I calm down when he’s lying here like this?” I clutched Nick’s hands tighter, pressing them to my chest. “There’s no way I can calm down. No way.” My lungs burned. Each breath felt too shallow, like my body had forgotten how breathing was supposed to work. “It feels like I’m running out of air,” I whispered. “Like I’m suffocating.” Ben reached for my shoulder gently. “Lyra. Listen to me.”

The breath is glowing purple, making Marco scramble backwards to avoid it. "Kas?" Beta Lenora asks hesitantly. The Luna's head slowly rolls back and her body arches. She is still exhaling the purple breath. "H-has that ever happened before?" I ask, not looking away, but I take half a step back to be on the safe side. "Uh, no. Not that I know of," Beta Lenora confirms.

The words constantly replay in my head, and then I remember the phone call and how he called my name, and suddenly, I couldn't breathe, my lungs were constricted and I could feel myself striving for air. Kendra rushes to me and urges me to follow her breathing, step by step, and I do so, but it doesn't seem to be working. Joel then rubs my back as Stewart takes my palm, places it in between his palms and rubs it and Kendra still urges me to take little but slow breaths that I would be just fine. It doesn't work as my world goes dark and the last thing I hear is “Don't give up on me Anastasia” but it seems like I already did.