Breathless Netflix Novels & Stories

Loretta looped her arm through his, giving me a smug, mocking look. Her lips curled into a small smile as she mouthed, "You lost." I just glanced at the watch. She could go ahead and smile. In a minute, she would be the one crying. Suddenly, Garrett's expression twisted, and his entire body started shaking violently. He collapsed hard onto the floor, curling up in agony. The next sight made everyone's blood run cold. Yellowish pus oozed from his sleeve, spreading fast. And then, small white maggots began writhing their way out.

My head begins to swim and my vision blurs. I can’t …I can’t breathe. My throat feels like it’s closing up on the inside and I claw at it with all my might. Is this how I die? Known forever as a liar who died along with her kids? Oh my God! She must think everything was a lie. Does she hate me? Marcello gets up in an instant and grabs my face. “ Breathe, Sugar. You need to breathe.” I open my mouth and swallow as much air as I can, keeping my eyes on Marcello’s face. He nods his encouragement as I slowly and surely steady my breathing rhythm.

Everyone holds their breath. “Nothing! Carter, give me a dose of adrenaline!” The medic, Carter, immediately rummages through his bag. As this happens, I kneel down and take a moment to breathe. I’m confused by what’s happening to me. My chest tightens with pain, but it’s not unbearable.

“Put all the toothpaste, toothbrush, mouthwash — everything that can clean her mouth — in her bathroom. It’s so stinky!!” I just stood there, watching Red lose his temper. I didn’t even feel offended; he was right anyway. Honestly, I don’t believe anyone’s breath smells good in the morning, no matter how much toothpaste or mouthwash they used before bed. Nicolas winced at his boss’s loud voice. “Yes, sir,” he finally said. “Better get ready, Sienna. Your coach is already here, and in five minutes, I want you out of this room and in the living room. Understand!!”

The news anchor’s voice droned on, delivering the shocking revelation that had sent ripples through the community and the business world alike. “In a startling turn of events, local entrepreneur Smith Clifford has been arrested for the murder of Emily Gareth. Smith, known for his innovative tech startup, now faces serious charges that have already begun to impact his business. Sources indicate that several key investors are pulling out, casting a shadow over the future of his company.” Sally exchanged a smug glance with Sam, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. “Well, well, well. Looks like Mr. Perfect isn’t so perfect after all,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “I always knew

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.

Love can hit you when you least expect it. It could be a soft easy wind that caresses you and gets stronger over time till it absorbs into your body and heart. Other times it can hit you like a gale-force wind and take every breath you will ever have, and breathe life into the person who took it in the first place. Laken stole my breath. She was my gale-force wind, and I will gladly give her every breath I have just to keep her safe, alive, and mine. If I have to live without her then I don’t want my breath. I don’t want anything but her. I will go to hell and back to get her from the grips of death.

No one can. I am thrashing, fighting for my life, but nothing is working. Where is everyone? I'm dying and this is the end for me. Bubbles coming out of my mouth and I can't do anything to save myself. I'm losing oxygen. "Victoria!" I hear a light voice. My shoulders start shaking. "Victoria!" It's getting louder. "VICTORIA!" It's so loud. My eyes shoot open and let out a loud gasp, I want to sit up but something is holding me down.

She tried to take a deep breath— But couldn’t. It felt like the air itself had thickened. Like something invisible was pressing down on her lungs. Across the room, Dave struggled harder. His chest rising and falling rapidly. Both of them— gasping . Connected in a way she couldn’t understand. Her eyes widened in fear. “I can’t… breathe…” At that exact moment, the door burst open. A nurse rushed in. “What’s going on?!” Her eyes darted immediately to Dave. The cannula—off.

I can’t breathe. Everything is wrong. My chest?! Oh God, it burns. It BURNS SO BAD. My hands are shaking, covered in blood and I don’t even remember falling but I’m on the ground and….. “Stay with me!” Dominic’s voice. Loud. Desperate. I try to answer him but nothing comes out except a broken sound. “I……” My throat closes. I can’t breathe. I’m dying. That thought lands so quietly it almost feels calm.