Breathless Ana Novels & Stories

"It was a very clear instruction." I snort. "From people who panic if Azren sneezes too hard." She lowers her glasses just enough to give me a look. "...they watched him stop breathing for sixty seconds." "...okay, fair," I mumble. I roll my shoulders. "I feel fine," I insist. "Better than fine, actually.” Danika's lips twitch. "You are glowing," she admits. "But that doesn't mean you should be wandering around a crowded mall like you're indestructible."

Andrew calmly replied, "Not only do I know about your vaginal atresia, but I'm also aware that you've been experiencing insomnia, hormonal imbalances, frequent chest tightness, and shortness of breath. These are dangerous symptoms that could lead to asphyxiation." Francesca was truly puzzled. Even if Lauren had revealed her personal medical condition, he had never told anyone about her other symptoms. So, how did Andrew know about them? "Fine, let's say you're right. How would you solve my chest tightness and shortness of breath?" Francesca challenged, feeling like a novice despite her impressive medical background. Andrew explained, "Your chest discomfort is unique. It's primarily due to yo

I couldn't breathe. "Slow down," I forced out. My voice trembled as I spoke but he ignored me. He didn’t respond. "Adam," I tried again, louder this time, but it came out shaky. "Slow the damn car down!" The panic was clawing at my throat, making it harder to breathe. My chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths. A familiar tightness wrapped around my lungs, squeezing mercilessly. I was spiraling. My fingers shot out, gripping the edge of the dashboard. "I can’t…" I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut. "I can’t breathe…"

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

The door shut again with a soft, final thud, sealing the cold away and leaving Bruno alone with the crackle of flame, the smell of herbs, and Ana’s motionless form. Alone with the kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful at all. The fire made the only argument in the room—crackling, hissing softly as resin caught and popped, the logs shifting with a slow groan that sent a brief wave of heat rolling outward. The light it threw was restless, fluttering over the carved bedposts and the folds of blanket, making Ana’s stillness look even more deliberate by contrast. Everything else fell into a gentler rhythm. Breath. Ana’s chest rose and fell in predictable measure, quiet and steady enough that unde

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.

I deeply wanted to enter and comfort him, but I ignored it and walked through my door. A few days passed since I had last spoken with Aspen, I haven't seen him around the castle since then and every night I hear crashes in his room. Today Aspen's best friend Jason had a great idea for us to play capture the flag, so here I am getting ready for that. I put on a black crop top that had the words 'Adidas' written across it in white with black Adidas shorts, paired with Nike running shoes. Oh, shut up, I know what you're thinking, "why does she not wear Adidas sneakers as well" and my answer is well that would be crazy. I tied my hair into a high pony tail making sure to get every single stand i

"I can't breathe." "Shit , she's having a panic attack." Alexa cuss beside me as she tries to make me sit. "Oh my God..." Mom whined and held my other arm. I continue breathing in and out as I feel my lungs clutch against my chest. The world starts to spin and I can't feel my feet anymore. "Ariel , open your eyes..." The world starts to distance and darken as I collapse to the fall and everything is void. ......

Grace stood behind the curtains. She was preparing to walk on to the stage when she would be called. She was extremely nervous, had never felt like this in a long time. She tried controlling her nervousness with breathing therapy. Deep breaths. She wanted to breathe in deep then out for long. It seemed that would only work when someone's anxiety was in a minimal state not on an aggravated level that she was in, right now. She could not even take the breaths. She didn't know when she inhaled or exhaled.

" My chest suddenly feels tight and my breathing becomes more difficult with each passing moment, as I wait to hear Yana's response. She wipes her face yet again, this time I'm hopeful I'll get the full details. "Al... Ale...Alex is..." Before she could finish her sentence, Yana blacks out in my arms. Goddamnit! ___________