Breathless Novels & Stories

Adom just continues to try and drag in breath after breath unsuccessfully, starting to feel lightheaded. "Okay. You're hyperventilating. Try to take deep breaths" Alexander tries to demonstrate by taking exaggerated breaths in and out. Adom is too panicked to listen properly; his chest doesn't ache as much but he can't seem to catch his breath. Alexander grabs Adom face and tries to catch his eyes. "Look at me," Alexander caresses his cheek with a thumb, tender and easy. "Look at me," He repeats and Adom looks, as if the voice had commanded him to. "Follow me," Alexander inhales, holding it for a few seconds before letting it out and then repeating. Adom copies him until his breathing evens

Thе drugѕ they gаvе mе dоn’t help аt аll—thеу make mе dіzzу and dіѕоrіеntеd. My breath іѕ raw in my thrоаt. I hеаr a whееzіng ѕоund, аѕ іf I’m hаvіng аn asthma аttасk. All I can hеаr іѕ thе ѕоund of іt wrenching аt mу windpipes. Thе fear іѕ choking mе. I wonder fоr a second іf I’m оvеrdоѕіng.

Daphne's POV I couldn’t breathe. Not really. Not in the way a person was supposed to — deep and steady, from the belly and up through the lungs. I was breathing in shallow gulps, like someone whose head had been pushed just beneath the surface of water. Like someone barely hanging on.

My chest constricted, hindering my ability to breathe. We were the same. Broken. Remnants of a soul inside a fragile, cracked shell. His pacing resumed, and he began mumbling, but I couldn’t make out the words. For a brief moment, I feared for his sanity. His chest expanded in deep, hard breaths. I couldn’t tell what emotion would face me as they were all present, and the anxiety in the room continued to grow. He turned and stopped in front of me. His nostrils flared, his eyes wide, and I took an involuntary small step back, my body bending away from him. His gaze ran up and down my body, taking me in.

he breathed, “so damn much?” Cheryl shut her eyes. It was all she could do as his mouth moved on hers sweetly… possessively. Emotion poured through her. An unstoppable tide. There was a sound of a throat clearing and an embarrassed little cough. Guiltily, Cheryl pulled free of Nikolas. Two huge books were placed in front of her.

My breathing started to get harsher and rougher as incessant flow of tears gushed out of my eyes in wild fury while my nose constricted any air supply while I sat gaping through my open, frightened mouth. My body started to tremble uncontrollably while I just stared right back at him with a horrified expression on my face. “Zara ! Shshhhhhh honey. Breathe. It’s ok, babe. I will be alrigh- ,” he gently cooed while wincing but I just stayed in my place in numb shock with my tears not agreeing to stop even for a second. Breathlessness soon became an issue and only worsened when hiccups and sobs clubbed with it.

I can’t. My breathing is fast and untamed. My breathing is loud and uncontrollable, more than I can hold, more than I can stand, more than I can take. More than I am. It breaks against the walls, against the wood, against the surface of my resolve. It breaks against me. It breaks against him. It breaks against the silence and fills the silence with something other than air, with something other than breath, with something other than fear. My breathing fills the silence and leaves no room for anything else, anything else, anything.

I can’t breathe… What the fuck is wrong with me?!?!? One sharp intake of breath into my body feels like a hundred knives stabbing me in my chest… And then everything goes dark..

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.

I can barely breathe, panting and gasping hard, choking on my tears in my furious rigidity as I strain my limbs to keep him at bay “Please stop, look at me…. We’re not back in Illinois. Sophie, were in Manhattan, you’re in my apartment, baby. You’re safe…. Breathe, slow and steady, breathe with me; listen to me. Focus on my voice and breathe…” His soothing tone comes through the panic once more, connecting to me on some level and I lose all resolve. Fight in me dying as fatigue overtakes me and I realize I am held tight in his arms. His muscles, his strength as he holds me taut, so my body is immobile. Gasping and shoving with all my might and strangling myself with the inability to catch my