Breathless Novels & Stories

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.

Kayla replied I nodded in understanding, and after that, Nessa left. I saw Nessa's back until it disappeared at the end of the road. 'You are too much holding your breath like that, you are that awkward hah' Ava protested to me. I leaned against the tree and breathed a sigh of relief. My chest feels tight from holding my breath several times. I feel awkward without being able to control it.

Breathing, safe and alive. His. All his.

It really was too noisy. She exhaled, taking a deep dreath and once again exhaled. She can't... breath!

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.

Really breathe. THE END.

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.

"You need to calm down, Saskia." "Can you just fuck off? Leave me alone! What more do you want from me?" I scream, on the brink of hyperventilation. Wade holds me close, but his arms are like the bars of a prison. I want out. It's overwhelming, this breathlessness. It closes on me, wrathful and oppressive like my rage. My eyes flood with tears as my body violently rejects every ounce of air I draw in, upsetting every nerve and sense in a tumultuous turmoil. I wheeze as terror lashes at me when my muscles lock up and my breath eddies farther from my reach. My heart hammers against my ribs hard; I fear they will break. It hurts so damn bad.

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.