Breathless Trilogy Novels & Stories

"Breathe. You don't get to die. Not after what you did. Breathe!" *Five. Six. Seven.* A sudden, violent tremor rippled through his body. His chest jerked upward. A harsh, rattling gasp tore from his throat as his eyes flew open. They were wild, unfocused, and completely dilated. He arched off the ground, desperate for air, his fingers instantly clawing at his shirt right over his heart. Sophia let out a loud, strangled cry, reaching out to steady him, but he was already struggling to sit up, his survival instincts fighting through the haze of whatever darkness he had just pulled himself out of.

The world did not return all at once. It came back slowly, like something fragile being pieced together after breaking too completely. At first, there was only silence, thick and endless, pressing against me from every side. Then came the faint awareness of sharp breath. My lungs burned as though I had been holding air for too long, and when I finally gasped, it felt like I was pulling life back into myself by force. I opened my eyes and saw darkness.

My lips trembled as I stammered, "No! Ryan can't hold on for much longer. He needs a healer now!" "Is that so?" Felix let go of me and rose to his feet. He then walked over to Faith and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "But Faith needs the healers too. Her stomach still hurts because you scared her earlier." He then closed the door in my face, extinguishing my last flicker of hope. Ryan passed away that night. His little face had turned purple from a severe allergic reaction. Right before he took his last breath, he opened his eyes and mustered the last bit of strength he had left to caress my face with his small, cold hand.

But emotion surged beneath it, weeks of tension finally breaking free. Relief. Fear. Want. His hand moved carefully to her cheek, deepening the kiss just slightly, as if confirming she was real, alive, still here. She exhaled against him, fingers gripping his shirt weakly but insistently. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. No enemies. No secrets. Just them. When they finally pulled apart, her breath trembled. “We’re in trouble,” she whispered. He almost smiled. “We’ve been in trouble since the day we met.”

The intensity of the situation continued to escalate, leaving me feeling trapped and vulnerable. My chest rises and falls rapidly, my breath becoming labored as a sense of helplessness washes over me. I am all too aware of what is about to happen, yet I feel utterly powerless to prevent it. With a gentle touch, he pulled out a long table and meticulously arranged each BDSM tool upon it. His gaze fixated upon me, his attention devilishly focused on my trembling form. The anticipation and fear continue to mount, intensifying the unsettling atmosphere in the room.

“I don't know. It was inches from me, burning its green eyes into mine and the next thing I knew...you were touching me.” He ran his hands through his hair with irritation. Pouting, I leaned my back against the bookcase with my arms pressed tightly against my chest. Out of nowhere, a book tumbled to the ground from the top shelf of the towering bookcase. Liam and I looked at each other intrigued. Bending down, I grabbed the weighted, brown book embossed with a gold triangular shape on the cover. The triangle had a latch, enclosing two lustrous-gold wedding bands; both engraved with flaming infinity patterns. Eyes widened, and Liam and I, were hypnotized by the shimmering beauty the rings hel

When Dad came back that day, he had yelled at me, his eyes bloodshot. "Why did you lie?" I didn't know what he was talking about. All I could do was cry in fear. Suddenly, he gripped me by the neck with one hand. I couldn't breathe. I tried to push him away, but he was surprisingly strong. No matter how I tried, I couldn't free myself. Unconsciously, I mumbled, "D… Dad…" Just as I thought that he was about to strangle me to death, Aunt Caroline appeared and saved me. "What the hell are you doing, Benjamin?" she demanded, holding me close.

Breathless. And already craving more.

“Trish, sweetheart—” “I… I didn’t want to think about it,” Trish’s breathing became ragged, her chest heaving as a panic attack clawed at her throat. “I don't want to go. Facing senior year is already hard enough, I can't manage, and now this? I can't... I can't breathe.” Miss Britney was at her side in a second, catching her before she could sink to the floor. “Hey, Trish! Look at me. Breathe,

Nikki said to herself, but shrugged, then went to her room. Taking a quick shower, she flipped down on her bed, where she instantly felt itchy and was finding it hard to breathe. She tried to move, but couldn't. Her limbs felt heavy and her vision blurred. "Help." She managed to send out a weak mind link. Horatio's head shot up from the papers on his desk. He jumped up, calling out his little sister's name. ***** Scarlet was walking with April and Miley near the pond at the back of the manor.