Breathless Ana Novels & Stories

One more— Breath.

Kyra’s voice shook, “I’m going to take him down the way he brought me to this level. I want him to taste what helplessness and pain and loss feels like. He ruined my life and took everything I had just because his father and mine had a disagreement over some trivia issue that has nothing to do with us. All I ever did was love him as a mate. I had no say in whom I will be mated to because I would never have picked him!” Kyra did not know when she started screaming, crying and hyperventilating, but she felt Anton’s heavy hands on her shoulders as he bent himself until their faces were close. “Shhh, Kyra. You are fine, breathe. Do it with your mouth and then your nose.” When it did not work, An

Lena presses her lips together tightly, the color draining from her face until it looks almost lifeless. For a long moment, she doesn’t speak. The silence stretches between us, thick and suffocating. I can feel my heartbeat in my ears, pounding relentlessly, echoing my fear. Why the hell is she taking so long? Can’t she just come out with it and put me out of my misery? Can’t she see I’m dying here? “Ana…” she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling. “We tried… we did everything we could…”

I said urgently. “No, no… I can’t just leave you like this. There’s no proper ventilation in there. Can you even breathe properly?” she asked, her voice shaking. And honestly… I broke down. It felt good to know I wasn’t alone—that they didn’t just tie me up and move on with their day. Someone actually cared. “No, Ana… I can’t breathe properly and… and I’m scared. I have claustrophobia. I don’t think I can stay in here till the end of the day,” I admitted, my voice trembling.

Just make sure that they are still breathing. Breathless takes on a different meaning with these women, just a reminder. Goodnight for now and hope to see you again soon.

Ann breathes out in disbelief. “Nice!” James breathes in amazement.

My hold tightens over Anne’s hand as I stare at the water pouring down from the sky. My lungs contract, unable to take oxygen in. I can survive even without breathing…but it hurts. It really does.

Of course, Ana didn’t get a decent sleep before the first ever sitting of the North American Ruling Council. So, for her it was annoying to say the least for her to suffer the cautions inquiries from far too many people. She watched with interest as George went into full work mode. He was silent and listened, only moving when he had to. Ana even overheard several people wondering if he was even breathing. Of course, he was breathing. That was a foolish thought. Vampires didn’t breathe as much, but they breathed. If they didn’t inhale, they wouldn’t be able to speak. It’s a natural bodily function as well.

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.

His breathing grew faster, shallow, and almost desperate. “This can’t be true.”