Novel & Cerita Breathless The Book

Daphne's POV I couldn’t breathe. Not really. Not in the way a person was supposed to — deep and steady, from the belly and up through the lungs. I was breathing in shallow gulps, like someone whose head had been pushed just beneath the surface of water. Like someone barely hanging on.

Watching. His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. I was naked. Wet. Flushed. Fingers still between my thighs. He stepped forward. And I couldn’t breathe. --- End of Chapter One

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 I couldn’t breathe. The air came in too short. Too fast. My hands were braced against the bathroom sink as I tried to pull air into my lungs, but it felt like something was tightening around my chest from the inside. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. I repeated the word in my head, but my body wouldn’t obey.

“I love you, Lila.” “I am doing this because I love you, can’t you see?” This voice won’t leave my head. He won’t leave me alone… why won’t he leave me alone? The air was tight, dark. The room is hot. I can’t breathe. My hands reached for my neck, it felt like there was something, around my neck, choking me, stopping me from breathing the air in the room. I can’t breathe. Someone… Please… help. “Lila!”

Shock was starting to set in, leaving me feeling cold and empty. My foot got caught on something, making me tumble forward. Sucking in a breath, I slowly sat up and glanced around me. I couldn’t see a thing. Panic clawed at my chest, making it harder to breath. Shivers raced through my body even though sweat was dripping down my forehead. Curling into a ball, I hugged my knees to my chest as the first sob escaped. It hurt. It hurt so bad. Everything hurt. Why can’t I breathe? ***

The stranger's embrace offers a sense of security and warmth that penetrates through the cold despair that had gripped her. “Breathe -” In the midst of her dizziness, a faint image flickers before her eyes, accompanied by a gentle voice that resonates in her ear, urging her to breathe. Despite the struggle, she tries to follow the stranger's guidance, her breaths slow and deliberate, gradually steadying her racing heart.

Her long golden hair falls down her back , making me want to reach out and touch it. “I know you are awake…” she says without turning back. “Who are you?” I ask , wondering who this mysterious woman was and why she hasn’t killed us or sent us to the king. I hear her sigh , before walking up from her seated position. She slowly turns around , and at that moment I feel all the air is kicked out of my stomach and comes out as a loud gasp. “Mother?!!!”

You're in the book. I forgot how to breathe. Just for a second, I forgot. Forgot breathing. Forgot thinking. Forgot feeling. I forgot everything – everything but those words. When the breath finally came, sucking on the air like I couldn't get it into my lungs fast enough, my body juddered with the impact. ' M-me? '

Hailey*** I can’t breathe. It feels like my lungs are collapsing under the weight of everything, like I’m drowning in this cold, suffocating nightmare. My body is trembling, but it’s not from the chill in the room. The hospital air is frigid, but it’s the fear, the terror, that has a hold on me, squeezing tighter and tighter with each breath.

I can barely breathe, panting and gasping hard, choking on my tears in my furious rigidity as I strain my limbs to keep him at bay “Please stop, look at me…. We’re not back in Illinois. Sophie, were in Manhattan, you’re in my apartment, baby. You’re safe…. Breathe, slow and steady, breathe with me; listen to me. Focus on my voice and breathe…” His soothing tone comes through the panic once more, connecting to me on some level and I lose all resolve. Fight in me dying as fatigue overtakes me and I realize I am held tight in his arms. His muscles, his strength as he holds me taut, so my body is immobile. Gasping and shoving with all my might and strangling myself with the inability to catch my