Breathless Novels & Stories

Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five

The air inside his chest seemed to have been sucked out by him, Sweet Pea was breathing hard, her cheeks were not sure whether because of lack of oxygen or because of being kissed by him, but Sweet Pea couldn't stand it anymore. With both hands pounding on his chest, Brene Brian was clearly still unsatisfied, but fortunately he still had a bit of humanity left, letting her go, Sweet Pea was freed, hastily sniffed to In contrast, Brene Brian was beside her, her breathing was very calm, her face was not red, her heart was not beating fast, her eyes were cold.

Then my arms – the numbness climbing like cold water rising, erasing sensation inch by inch until I couldn't feel the note cards I was holding and heard them hit the floor before I realized I'd dropped them. My chest. Someone was standing on my chest. Not pressing – standing. Full weight. Both feet. The pressure so complete that my lungs forgot how to expand and each breath became a negotiation – half an inhale, a quarter exhale, not enough, never enough, the oxygen entering my body and evaporating before it reached my blood. Breathe. Just breathe. You know how to breathe. You've been breathing for nineteen years. I couldn't.

She couldn't, her own breath a series of short, useless gasps. "Okay," he said, his voice unshaken. "New plan. We count. Breathe in with me. One... two... three... four." He breathed in deeply, demonstrating. "Hold. One... two... three. Now out. One... two... three... four... five."

he whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine. "Wha- " I was cut off. "Royal vampires can read minds," he said confidently, "don't worry I think you're pretty sexy too." I scoffed, walking past him, not wanting to talk to him. “Hey I was not done talking to you.” He yelled from behind me, running to catch up with me. “Listen vampire, I have pepper spray in my bag, I also box, so I suggest you leave me alone before I use it on you,” I lied about both of them, I couldn’t fight and I was stupid to walk around without pepper spray.

My breathing began to betray me first. It came shallow, uneven—each inhale catching halfway down like my lungs had forgotten the sequence. I tried to pull in more air, deeper, steadier, but it only made it worse. My chest tightened, ribs locking as if something inside me was bracing for impact that had already come.

Almost like he’s panicked. My hearing cuts out and I hear nothing. All sounds are gone. I see the man mouthing something but I don’t comprehend sounds. I narrow my eyesight but I’m not hearing anything. Why? Leo turns my face towards his, “baby, breathe… breathe”. Am I not breathing?

Even in a large space like this elevator, in the dark, I feel like I can't draw in air. I've always tried to hide my weaknesses, but some just can't be hidden. My hands are trembling as I quietly gasp, feeling as if all the oxygen is drying up, as if the walls are closing in around me. My heart is beating so fast, desperation clawing inside of me. I can't breathe. I can't get enough air. I–– A pair of arms wrap around me, and a firm voice orders, "Breathe. Breathe, Cynthia."

“Even if you do.” He let out a broken sound. “Don’t say that.” The light surged again. The world tilted. The circle blurred. “Her breath is fading!” someone cried. Kieran pressed his mouth close to my ear. “Breathe with me. Now. In. Hold. Out. Again.” I followed him, even as the air felt thin, like it had to travel a long way to reach me. “In,” he said. I pulled it in. “Out.” I let it go.

Those contractions transmitted to his ears like a low-frequency vibration. Her breathing became increasingly rapid, with shorter intervals between each breath. Air flowed in and out of her nostrils and lips simultaneously, creating a rhythmic “ha—ha—ha—” sound. With each “ha,” a stream of hot air was expelled onto her chest, causing a strand of hair at the edge of her silk shirt collar to flutter.