Breathless Novels & Stories

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.”

“Calm down?” I looked up at him, my face wet, my breath uneven. “Can I calm down when he’s lying here like this?” I clutched Nick’s hands tighter, pressing them to my chest. “There’s no way I can calm down. No way.” My lungs burned. Each breath felt too shallow, like my body had forgotten how breathing was supposed to work. “It feels like I’m running out of air,” I whispered. “Like I’m suffocating.” Ben reached for my shoulder gently. “Lyra. Listen to me.”

“It’s so hot, and this is an outdoor party. She’s suffering from heatstroke, yet she lies on the ground and continues to pretend. A cold drink will fix her right up!” Suddenly, I felt like I was about to die. My heart pounded violently, and my shoulders started shaking. I gasped for air, but nothing reached my lungs. My throat let out harsh, ragged breaths. The guests saw that something was wrong with me and stepped back in fear. “She… she’s not actually dying, is she?” Ethan’s eyes widened. His whole body trembled as he froze in place.

My vision started to blur out, I felt even more exhausted. “Cara?” Tau’s voice sounded lower than it was. I could not hear a word he was saying. I completely lost my balance, and before I knew it everywhere was dark, quiet and empty. Freya, Khan, I will return to you two. Rapha, Aaliyah, I will return with a mate. Please, be safe.

My breath comes in frantic bursts, everything narrowing as I desperately struggle for air. A faint sound registers somewhere in my addled mind. Shortly, I start to hear footsteps approaching, but I can't tear myself from the desperate need for air. My hand flies to my chest, pounding against my burning chest as if it will force air in. Then, a touch settles in my lower back before a deep and soothing familiar voice cuts through my haze. "Breath, Heiress."

"oh..I seem to remember it. So, why isn't Eddie brown suitable for this role? so far I think miss chole said afterwards that Eddie will be Harry Preston" Eddie brown was a type of boy who have a squeaky voice, people would just avoid talking to. He was skinny, with pimples all over his face and he usually talked to you with his eyes all squinched up. He had a nervous tic, and he couldn't help but squinch his eyes whenever he got nervous, which was practically all the time. He'd probably end up spouting all his lines like a psychotic blind man if you put him in front of the crowd. To make things worse, he had a stutter, too, and it took him a long time to say anything at all. Miss chole gave

He doesn’t breathe. “What the hell is happening?” Ryder’s voice is low, but the tension is razor-sharp. “I don’t know,” Alvera says, barely above a whisper. Her fists clench and unclench at her sides, like she’s fighting the urge to punch something or someone. I swallow hard, only to realize how dry throat is. The air feels…wrong. Like it’s squeezing my lungs and making it nearly impossible to draw a full breath.

I nearly choke on air as I fight to greedily gulp through my mouth and nose. It's impossible under the weight to expand my chest and lungs to inhale properly. I can only manage hasty shallow breaths. I don't quite comprehend what's happening and it's only adding to my growing terror. His back is to me as he straddles my chest. He's so heavy, and it's tiring just to get my air in. I wish I could just see him. I can't read him, let alone without being able to face his face and mannerisms.

My breathe hitches and I forget how to breathe. I can already see the headlines forming 'heiress dies a shocking death from forgetting to breathe in the presence of a hot heir'......... yeah, that doesn't sound so good. He reaches his hand forward and brings his fingers to the front of my neck to grasp the other end of the necklace. The trail of his finger on my skin sets my body on fire and my breathing starts to become erratic. I think I hear him do a deep intake of breath but that could just be my imagination. This is pure torture.

Lorenzo immediately quickened his pace to catch up with Albert who had descended the stairs first. "Stop! Albert Douglass stop you or I will be forced to use violent means!” Lorenzo snapped angrily as he ran behind Albert. Hearing Lorenzo's loud voice, Albert felt scared and actually accelerated his running pace. "No!! I can't be caught. I have to hide. I can't be caught. I can't be caught." Albert raved like a broken record that kept repeating his words. He continued to accelerate his running speed down one by one the stairs which were quite steep. He wanted to stop and neutralize his rushing breath, but the terrifying man behind him continued to catch up with him, so he had no other choice