Breathless Novels & Stories

His gaze is steady. "Just breathe," he whispers. "I'm breathing. I'm fine. I'm okay. I'm fine. I'm completely fine. I'm totally fine. I'm perfectly fine." "You're not. You're holding your breath. You're gripping my arm like I'm going to disappear. You're white as a sheet. You're shaking. You're about to pass out. You're about to run." I exhale. Slowly. Deliberately. I force my shoulders to drop. I force my jaw to unclench. I force my hands to relax. I force my heart to slow.

Suddenly my chest feels tight. Is it the curse? Is it taking a toll on me because I know about it? I struggle to breathe. “Eldon! Eldon!” Roman is trying to get my attention. “I- I can’t breathe.” I fall forward but he catches me, arranging me so I’m sitting down. “What is happening?” “You’re hyperventilating. You need to calm down.”

The fear is taking over and if I let it, I'm going to be in serious trouble. "If this were real I would have killed you," Leelie growls. I scream when she jumps out from behind me. "You need to control your breathing. You're freaking out and it's draining all of your senses. Breathe in through your nose and release it through your mouth slowly," "I can't," I say taking in short uneven breaths. Jaykob and Micca run towards us. I sit down trying to get a hold of my breathing. My body is trembling and the fear is starting to win.

“Won’t…be in…” “Lila? Lila, are you okay?” My anxiety was skyrocketing faster than my heart rate. Her pain came out in whimpers and gasps. She was having a difficult time breathing. “So…ung…so much b-blood,” she whispered more to herself than to me. “I d-don’t know where…w-where it’s com-coming from.” Her voice grew in pitch near the end. My stomach dropped, and the blood fled from my face.

Rena I can't breathe. The room feels smaller with each passing minute. "Help," I whisper, though I know no one can hear me. My lungs struggle to pull in enough air as panic squeezes my chest. Sweat covers every inch of my body. The thin dress I'm wearing sticks to my skin like a second layer. One moment I'm burning up as if with fever, the next I'm shivering uncontrollably. "This can't be happening," I say to the empty room. My voice sounds strange to my ears – hoarse from screaming and weak from exhaustion.

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.

The world did not return all at once. It came back slowly, like something fragile being pieced together after breaking too completely. At first, there was only silence, thick and endless, pressing against me from every side. Then came the faint awareness of sharp breath. My lungs burned as though I had been holding air for too long, and when I finally gasped, it felt like I was pulling life back into myself by force. I opened my eyes and saw darkness.

he says. His voice is different now. It's softer, and I hate that I notice it. “Breathe.” I let out a shaky breath, my chest rising and falling too fast, too uneven. “I am breathing,” I snap, even though I clearly… I am not doing it properly. His gaze sharpens slightly. “No, you’re panicking.” “I’m not panicking,” I insist. “You are,” he says calmly. “And you’re about two seconds away from passing out.”

His screams echoed through the courtyard as the crowd watched in horrified fascination. "Secondly, you will experience breathlessness," Blaze continued, his tone devoid of mercy. Varik's breathing became increasingly labored, each gasp for air a desperate struggle. His chest heaved, and his eyes bulged as he clawed at his throat, trying to force his lungs to draw breath.

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.