Breathless Trilogy Novels & Stories

Every breath. How cruel.

My mate…my second chance…my Tristan. Just hours ago, I had kissed him like he was air and I was suffocating. I had told myself it was real…because in that moment, it felt like it. Like everything I wanted, everything I had longed for in the loneliest corners of my heart, was lying right there with me in that bed. But now… Now I was suffocating all over again… not from desire, but from dread. I couldn’t breathe. Not in the way one couldn’t breathe after running or fighting. This was something deeper…something twisted and invisible, coiling around my lungs and squeezing until each breath felt like fire.

I can’t. My breathing is fast and untamed. My breathing is loud and uncontrollable, more than I can hold, more than I can stand, more than I can take. More than I am. It breaks against the walls, against the wood, against the surface of my resolve. It breaks against me. It breaks against him. It breaks against the silence and fills the silence with something other than air, with something other than breath, with something other than fear. My breathing fills the silence and leaves no room for anything else, anything else, anything.

I pushed with all my might as he let out a cough. In a silent whisper, I pleaded, "Please work, please don't die," as he gagged out a cough, his heart still beating. Tears of joy streamed down my face as I screamed, disrupting Hailey and Jaxon's irrelevant fights, and they rushed to us. "His heart is beating," I exclaimed, but Jaxon pointed out, "He isn't still breathing." Determined, I suggested, "Maybe if I could give him mouth-to-mouth, I could force his circulation up again." They looked at me confused, but Hailey urged, "Just save him." I crashed my lips against his, trying to force air into his lungs, but as I took in a deep breath, everything began to blur. My cheeks cramped, and the

Breathe Aria Breathe Reaching his bedroom which is isolated from the rest, I take deep breaths in and out. But before my hand could come into contact with door, it opens. Blake was facing down but his eyes do not hesitate in rising slowly from my legs to my eyes, he stands still as my heart accelerates. Okay, this is a much signier sign

I’m just following him, one foot in front of the other, and I can barely hear anything except the roar of the jet’s engines failing, the wind howling in my ears. And then I know, deep down, this is it. This is the end. And I don’t know if I’m going to survive this. I just hope that if I do, I can figure out how to breathe again. The next moment, Trix is grabbing me, his grip tight around my wrist, dragging me toward the exit like he’s already made the decision for both of us. And I , I don’t even have time to think. I barely have time to breathe.

I felt my whole body trembling. Lying down, unconscious. Her white dress was stained with her own blood. Dreadfully nervous, I went closer to her. Too anxious to see her condition. Fear enveloped my system, nearly shutting down my heart and made me breathless. Oh no. What should I do? Is she dead? When her face became apparent to my vision, my entire world collapsed. I suddenly fell down helplessly. I began crying out her name, begging her to wake up. My tears poured down continuously as the surroundings got darker.

breathe in one two three four five breathe out one two three four five breathe in one two three four five breathe out one two three four five breathe in one two three four five breathe out one two three four five The feeling of an indescribable tiredness spread through Gretel, and she simply wanted to do nothing but lie there, completely perfectly conscious, but still do nothing, her mind completely blank and unwilling to think any full, conscious thoughts.

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

“Look at me.” I stumbled backward, shaking my head furiously. “Stay away!” My voice cracked, half-plea, half-warning. The flames leapt higher, scorching the edges of the tapestry behind me. I could smell the fabric burning, could feel the walls themselves shuddering under the heat. I was losing control, and worse, I didn’t know how to stop. Raymond stepped closer, unflinching. His gaze never wavered from mine, steady as an anchor in the storm. “You’re not going to hurt me,” he said. “Breathe with me, Paige. Just breathe.”