Breathless The Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 26 Casper Collapsing on the bed, I tugged at my chest, clutching it through the fabric of my cloth as my breath failed me. A wheezing sound escaped my parted lips as I struggled hard to breathe. My eyes were tightly shut, and my mouth was now wide open. Still, no air entered through my lungs. It felt like an invisible force had their hands clasped tightly around my airways, blocking the supply of oxygen. I felt like I would pass out any minute.

Chapter Two: Breathless The world was a roaring, suffocating blackness. The pressure on Ian's face was absolute, crushing his nose, stealing the very last gasp of air from his lungs. His thrashing grew weaker, his thoughts turning to sludge. This is it. This is how I die. Then, suddenly, the weight was gone. Ian gasped, a raw, ragged sound as sweet, cold oxygen flooded back into his chest. He was dimly aware of a struggle in the dark…grunts, the sickening thud of a fist hitting flesh, and the swift sound of the door swinging open and shut.

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."

Maybe that'll give us more information Malcom tails behind me and keeps murmuring something I can't make out, I brush it off and take the book in the corner of the bookshelf. I cough and wave off the dust coming off it, dumb stupid asthma. Malcom snatches the book from me while showing no care that I am finding it very difficult to get air into my lungs. I continue to cough and search for my inhaler in my pockets, Malcom puts his giant fat chubby finger on my lips telling me to be quiet while he reads. Fucking bastard.

Gabriella I run into the hospital breathing heavily like someone who just ran a marathon for nine hours straight. My lungs feel ogged and I keep gasping for air as different unpleasant thoughts kept running through my head and I hope and praye what I heard wasn't true or that at least the worst was over now. I run towards the nurse at the reception who raises her brows cautiously as soon as she saw me panting like I was on the verge of dying. "How can I help you miss? Do you need some water?" She asks politely, eyeing her colleague who quickly rushes to get me a glass of water.

My head tipped back against the pillows, eyes still blindfolded, lips parting in shock. My breath caught. It was dizzying and terrifying. I whimpered, and he eased the pressure immediately, just enough for me to suck in a breath. And God, that breath felt like a gift. “Again,” he whispered. He watched me. I knew he was watching. The pressure came again. My lungs held tight, too tight. I felt my thighs tremble in the restraints. Tears prickled at the edge of my lashes beneath the blindfold. My lips parted. I tried to breathe shallowly through my nose. It worked until it didn’t. Until all I could think about was the nothingness.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Breathing. Safe.

Suffocating. And suddenly all the lost years rush in at once. Birthdays missed. Christmas mornings without him. School plays with an empty seat. The man who was supposed to be there … wasn’t. And now he’s here. Bleeding on a filthy floor. Apologizing. Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. My lungs refuse to cooperate. Each inhale feels too small. Each exhale is shaky and insufficient. “Mel, stay calm. Think of the bean.” Kiara’s hand presses firmly onto my shoulder. Grounding. Anchoring.

His soft breathing was a lullaby, a stark contrast to the frantic beat of my own heart. Darius was finally asleep behind me, his breathing deep and steady. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest was a profound relief, a sound I hadn't truly heard in days, days that felt like an eternity. The sight of him, so still and vulnerable, had filled me with a quiet terror. Every shallow breath, every pained grunt, had been a knife to my soul. But now, he was resting. He was safe. For now.