Novel & Cerita Breathless Netflix

Fear used to feel like oxygen—necessary, constant, something I inhaled without even noticing. I didn’t realize I’d stopped breathing it until I saw that message... and didn’t crumble. *You think this is the game? Wait until I show you the rules.* The words had teeth, sure. But I wasn’t bleeding. Not this time. I stared at the screen, my thumb hovering above the reply button before locking it and tossing it onto the couch. My phone landed face down, as if even it was tired of the drama.

I stand in the bedroom dumbfounded at her action before I regain myself and follow her into the living room. I froze at first as I saw her stand in front of the TV,the voice of a news anchor sounding through the home theater. “Popular businessman and philanthropist Dimitri Nicholas is dead. The cause of his death was reported as a drowning incident, and he has since yest—” I unplugged the TV,my blood boiling as I wondered why I had left the TV on. Avery's eyes blazed with fury as she faced me. “Seriously! A drowning accident? I saw you shoot him…”She trailed off as if realizing something. “That's a national TV station; don't tell m—”

What the fucking fate is this! “I don’t know!” Alora’s voice trembled, her grip tightening around our daughter as her eyes frantically searched mine, as if I’d have the answer. “She’s… she’s not breathing right. It’s like she can’t get enough air.” Nevaeh was beginning to claw at Alora’s shoulder, her tiny hands grasping at nothing as her mouth opened and closed, desperate for air. Tears I was holding back stinged my eyes because my daughter was struggling to breath and I don’t know what to do.

I wasn’t breathing anymore. My lips had gone cold, pale, the color drained from me until I looked like a porcelain doll someone had left behind. Nina asked the doctors to keep my body in the morgue. Following the voice message I’d left her, she didn’t make many arrangements—she just quietly walked away. The cold swallowed me whole. Darkness closed in. Yet somehow, I could still see. Still hear. Across the city, thunder cracked open the night. Susan whimpered into his chest, her body trembling prettily.

It was simply sky, the blue of late afternoon, streaked with the first hints of sunset, the color of a world that had never learned to bargain, never learned to exchange, never learned to weigh the worth of a soul against the duration of a life. She breathed. The air was cold and sharp and tasted of pine and dust and the particular, living smell of a world that continued without demanding payment. Her lungs burned, but it was the burn of exertion, not the burn of wasting. Her heart hammered, but it was the hammering of survival, not the slow, measured countdown of debt. She was alive.

Just as I opened my eyes, I saw a flash of cold light in front of me. Someone was roughly pulling open my collar. "Alec, just bear it a little longer. Stephen's illness came on so suddenly. I need you to give one more bit of your heart's blood." The icy blade sank into my chest, but I could no longer feel the pain. Because just moments ago, I had already died. Princess Jasmine Tolbot gripped the knife and twisted it back and forth inside my chest.

“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

My chest stiffens, getting tighter as I cough out aggressively, my chest is stuffy and hurting. "I heard you're a virgin? You kept that pussy tight for zaddy!" His large hands hold me down, and I scream, shouting for help. My throat feels clogged, and I try to dip my hands in my pocket get my inhalers. He reaches for the remote, increasing the volume of the TV thus covering my screams. I had to think fast.

The second most powerful Alpha of the century growls angrily at me. Am all alone and my survival ain't guaranteed. He move his face closer. His breath collides my skin. They heighten my hair follicles and instill limitless fear within me. My breath stops. I whimper fearfully and hope my death ain't guaranteed. Angrily, he jaw grip me off the ground. I gasp and struggle non stop for freedom and breath. Breathing is Impossible. His Alpha grip around my neck denys air passage. More of his grip and am dead.

My breaths tear out of me in ragged fragments, too fast on the exhale, too shallow on the inhale. I can’t breathe. Not properly. Not yet. The first sob is quiet, muffled against the curve of his shoulder. A soft, almost inaudible wail. The next shreds me a little more. Wet, jagged, and sticky like Nathan crying alone in the dark.