Breathless Netflix Novels & Stories

I breathe. “Of course not. They do not want you to know so that it will be easier to kill you.” His voice deadpans in my ear, like he’s discussing the weather, not my life. But I’m on the brink of falling apart. I pant, trying to catch my breath, but all I keep hearing in my head is three strikes. I try and take a steadying breath, pulling air into my lungs. Panicking will not solve this for me. “How did you get that video?” I insist.

Hailey*** I can’t breathe. It feels like my lungs are collapsing under the weight of everything, like I’m drowning in this cold, suffocating nightmare. My body is trembling, but it’s not from the chill in the room. The hospital air is frigid, but it’s the fear, the terror, that has a hold on me, squeezing tighter and tighter with each breath.

I paused slightly and softly thanked her. A stranger with no blood relation knew to prioritize my health in an instant. Yet those men who constantly claimed they would protect me with their lives could watch idly as I nearly suffocated from an asthma attack. Roman was still urging me over the phone. "Elena, are you even listening?" "I'm listening." "Then give me the address." "There's no need." His breathing grew heavy. "I'm your boyfriend. How is it not needed?" I stopped walking. Rows of palm trees stood tall outside the terminal, and the distant coastline loomed in the night rain.

Harper’s POV I can’t breathe. Well, I can, but not the kind of deep, calming breath that settles nerves. My chest rises and falls with shallow, fluttering pulls of air as I sit there, kneeling like I was told, heart pounding behind my ribs like it’s trying to tear free. They’re waiting. All three of them. They aren’t pushing or demanding, but I can feel the weight of their eyes on me, watching. And it’s not just lust. It’s assessment. Curiosity. Hunger held tightly on a leash.

"I am unearthing thirty-year-old ghosts in real time, exactly like you are!" I stared at him, my heart hammering against my ribs. He sounded angry, but beneath the sharp edge of his tone, I caught something far more alarming. Fear. Real, undeniable dread. The realization made my voice drop into a soft whisper. "What else aren't you telling me?" Damien didn't answer right away. He kept his eyes locked on the road ahead, his breathing heavy and measured. I waited. One second. Three seconds. Five. "Damien. Please."

I stayed there frozen on my seat, unable to move an inch. “Breather in and breathe out. Breathe in and then breathe out….” I kept chanting those continuously until I could finally calm my nerves. “You can do this, Aiv! You’re a strong girl.” I mentally prepared myself and slowly turned my head to see the “person” staring right through the window at me with its dark ashy green eyes. I felt a chill run down my spine. It was like someone had poured icy cold water on my naked body in winter. Our eyes locked for a second,but before I could come back to my consciousness, he disappeared.

CHAPTER SIX Ariana let out a long, tired breath as the door clicked shut behind Ryan. It was as if the air had been sucked from the room, and only now, with him gone, could she breathe again. Her chest ached, her throat tight with unspoken rage and heartbreak. She had spent so long burying those memories, convincing herself she had moved on. But the moment she saw him again, it all came rushing back—like a tidal wave she hadn’t been prepared for.

He lowered me onto the couch gently, as though I were porcelain already cracked. “Lean back,” he murmured softly. “Elena, breathe.” Breathe. What a useless word. What a cruel request. How does a mother breathe when her babies are missing? My lips trembled as I struggled to steady my breaths. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t force the air into my lungs without feeling like it was slicing me apart. “I, I can’t do this,” I whispered, shaking my head, trembling from the inside out. “I can’t… I can’t just sit here. I can’t just wait. Elijah, Darian, I can’t, ”

Everything seemed to be hanging on a thin thread over the cliff. "I'm finished! Omo! I am so dead. What will I do? Nikki, help me. Everyone is going to watch that video…1.5 million…yeah Sophie has followers and the blogs and everybody." I began to hyperventilate, my throat seems to be shrinking. Breathing was getting harder.

“Are you okay? You’ve been on edge lately.” I forced a smile, trying to mask my unease. “I’m fine. Work has been stressful.” Claire frowned, not entirely convinced. “You know you can tell me if something’s wrong, right?” I nodded, appreciating her concern but not wanting to burden her. “I’m fine,” I repeated, though the words felt hollow. The truth was, I wasn’t sure what to say. How do you tell someone that you feel like you’re being watched? That someone is following you, but there’s no proof?