Novel & Cerita Breathless The Book

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Suddenly, he felt a presence too close for comfort. " I'm going crazy," he muttered to himself. " Oh... No, you're not," said a voice that sounded too close. He turned around quickly, but no one was there. He let out a breathless gasp and stood up, looking around while clutching the book. He froze as he felt a gust of wind behind him. He turned around slowly in fear, and his breathing quickened even more. He felt like he was about to collapse, his legs becoming weak with fear as he hugged the book tightly like a teddy bear.

Clasp to her chest was a big book, with a crescent moon carved out on its black, thick cover. Coughing uncontrollably, Lilith gasped for air, Rushing over the luggage, I found a t-shirt and shorts that I had packed for her, I knew it would come in handy. “Told you it was something important,” She wheezed. Handing the book to me, Lilith tried to get dressed, and Damon helped her, why did this book feel so familiar like I have seen it before, Suddenly, the book began to skip over pages, landing it on a random sheet,

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

"I'm sorry I asked. . . ." "Don't be. You didn't mean anything by it." She paused. "My mother and father were given this Book for their wedding, but my mom was the one who claimed it first. She read it all the time, especially whenever she was going through a hard time in her life. There's something about this book and the story in it, it's always give me the answers I am searching for." I thought about the miscarriages. Amelia went on. "She loved to read it at night, before she went to sleep, and she had it with her in the hospital when I was born. When my father found out that she had died, he carried this book and me out of

"A great hope fell, but you heard no noise." — Emily Dickinson. CAMELLIA I couldn’t breathe. My vision was blurring, but I could still make out the figures of everybody collapsing around me. Shadows of bodies hitting the ground, hands clawing at their throats, the room spinning like someone tilted the whole world off its axis. My lungs felt heavy, like dragging in air was work my body suddenly forgot how to do. “Leonardo…” I wheezed, clutching my chest as a sharp pain shot up my ribs.

My breath shakes again, unsteady as a leaf in autumn wind. Then—a breath that isn't mine. Warm air, impossibly close to my ear. A whisper I can't quite understand, words just beyond comprehension, like trying to grasp water. My head snaps around so quickly my vision blurs at the edges. No one's there. No footsteps disturbing the silence. No shadows moving between the shelves. No movement at all in the stillness of the late afternoon library. Just the towering shelves. The dancing dust particles. The unnatural stillness that has settled over everything like a shroud.

“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.

Blade's POV The Book. The word sat in my chest like a stone. Book? I turned it over in my mind. What book? For half a second it meant nothing … and then it meant everything, and the meaning hit me so hard I forgot how to breathe. Could it be? Could she possibly mean that Book? I looked down at her limp in my arms, her face gray and slack, and the shock locked up my whole body. My lungs wouldn’t fill. Because there was only one Book that mattered. Only one Book that anyone would whisper about with her dying breath, sealed away in a place like this.

My entire body was trembling, locked between him and the bookshelf with nowhere to go. His thumb stroked the side of my neck once, a slow, deliberate caress that made my skin burn. Then his hand moved back up to my face, tilting my head slightly. His chest brushed against mine—just barely, just enough that I felt the damp heat of his skin through my shirt. I forgot how to breathe. My lungs locked up, my chest frozen mid-breath. "Breathe." The command was soft but absolute. I exhaled shakily and sucked in another breath, my chest rising and falling rapidly now.