Breathless Synonym Novels & Stories

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he spat at me, but I didn't understand a single thing he said. (Pronunciation: VAIR-thi koh-nung-sree-keeth OH-kahr EH-k-ki SAK-sett af HAWLFD-doh-nihr.) My vision blurred as I felt my consciousness slipping away. The pressure around my throat was unbearable, each breath becoming more desperate and ragged. Unable to scream and nearing unconsciousness, I could feel the darkness drawing close. All I could do was mind-link Asher and not give in. I wasn't sure if he could hear my plea for help, but I continued to struggle and kick. I would go out fighting.

Anthony peeked out from behind her, looking smug. I collapsed onto the floor, finally snapping back to my senses. Looking at my sister's blazing eyes, mine turned red. "Sis, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad." I struggled to my feet, enduring the unbearable itch crawling across my skin, and began putting every rubber figurine back where it belonged. In the end, my throat was so swollen I could barely breathe, and my face turned a sickly blue before I collapsed onto the ground again. Yessenia watched me gasp for air while still trying to clean up. She seemed a little taken aback.

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

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

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."

he asked Nico. "What do you mean?" His friend had been listening to his heartbeat as well, and didn't find anything wrong. It was getting faster, but that was part of the coffee rush, wasn't it? “It’s kind of… I feel kind of thirsty… and a bit hungry? I don’t really know…” Ben said, struggling to find the words for what he was feeling as of the moment. His breathing was now somewhat going along with his heart instead, and it was slowly becoming obvious that he was panting.

His words hung heavy in the musty room. The sound of their breathing echoed, suffocating the silence. Dylan’s eyes bore into mine,, filled with a dangerous intensity. “Even if you breathe around any other men,” he paused, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper, “and if any other man breathes around you, it will bother me.”

My blood ran cold. Each passing second intensified the unease and restlessness within me. The weight of this fear pressed heavily on my chest, amplifying the sense of suffocation. With every attempt to inhale, it felt as though the grip around my throat tightened, further hindering my ability to take in the air necessary. It was difficult to convey the sheer discomfort and distress that accompanied this state of being.

Why wasn't he here yet? Merely, a sudden feeling of anticipation surged through my arteries, making my heartbeat erratic with such a sudden fast pace in my chest that my every breath came out shallow and hard. It was excessively difficult to breathe. Trying my unruly breath to quiet down, I breathed through my mouth, inhaling and exhaling the fresh air to calm my nerves. But the nagging feeling was gut-racking and palpable. What was happening? I clenched my fist before rubbing it gently on my chest as I continued to breathe in haste. Was I hyperventilating?