Dazzling Breath Novels & Stories

"I need…..I need space. I need to breathe. I need……" The words died as her lungs seized. Suddenly she couldn't draw air, couldn't fill her chest, couldn't do anything but gasp like a fish drowning on dry land. Black spots danced at the edges of her vision. "Bella!" Dante's voice sharpened with alarm. "Look at me. Eyes on me, amore."

Her cheeks were still flushed with a rosy, radiant warmth, and her dark eyes sparkled with a quiet, transcendent happiness. Darius leaned over, pouring a splash of sparkling white wine into her glass, his dark crimson eyes glinting behind his frames with an expression of deep, aristocratic pride. "A masterclass in public speaking, my heart," Darius purred, his voice a smooth, velvet rumble. "The President of the Literary Guild was practically in tears, and half the publishing CEOs in this room are currently trying to figure out how to hire your three 'mysterious security partners.'"

He leaned closer and Zaria could feel his breath brushing her cheek. Zaria froze, her eyes widening slowly. With one shallow breath, the world around her blurred away. There was only Damian. The tip of Damian’s nose almost touched the skin beneath Zaria’s ear. His breath traced down her neck, leaving a trail of warmth that made her knees go weak. Zaria tried to speak again, but her voice came out in a broken whisper, fragile and trembling like a frightened animal. “Professor... what are you—?” Zaria’s words died in the air. Damian drew in a deep breath, as if inhaling a scent only he could perceive. His voice was rough and almost reverent when he murmured. “You have no scent... and yet, why

Why does he smell so good? My breath hitches when his nose lightly brushes against mine. His breath fans my lips, and my heart races even faster. Anticipation rushes through me. Goddess, I can almost feel his lips! My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt against his back, and I release a shaky breath as I allow my eyes to flutter closed.

The giantess is still having that effect after all these years, but might as well. I release a breath held too long, the kind of breath that tastes of secrets and sounds like someone listening just around the corner. My boots leave soft, dark prints across the rose-colored carpet runner, each step a whispered confession as wet soles cling to silk threads with the faintest squelch.

I await his very breath and lip collide mine. I desire and crave it. I crave it all. An inch from my awaiting plumpy lips, his hot breath unexpectedly diverge. It diverge to my very ear. "Why attempt escape mate?" He questions. His breath collision against my skin highly turns me. It heightens my hair follicles. It threatens moans. Well I forcefully withhold them. I remain quiet. I only negatively shake my head then slowly stir my eyes open. They glance deeply into his. Our gaze sink and drown into the other.

I say breathlessly. "Hello, Daisy," comes his deep, velvety reply We're doing things the way I want it"his deep velvet voice said , I could feel shivers running down my spine.

Because the Dazzle family's face is very distinctive with bright blue eyes with shady eyes. Because of this fact, it evoked pain when she had died. Also the memory of seeing her fellow witches being slaughtered by the French soldiers just popped up. Marion was mad and almost went berserk there. Zephyr hastily calmed his wife down. Otherwise, she could be in big trouble.

I breathed in sharply, recalling that I was wearing a body hugging blue dress and twisting down like this, directly before his face was giving him an exceptionally hot view. He came closer and my breath caught in my throat at our sudden nearness,his compelling gaze keeping me rooted to the spot. He took the cup from me and set it on the sink while he moved his fingers to my cheek,looking down at me. He looked so fucking handsome and I was sure I was forgetting how to breathe at this point. I tried to listen to the song by H.E.R playing through the speakers softly but all I could hear was my heart beating so fast. “You did that on purpose didn’t you?”

I couldn't help but stare at her. She goes quiet, her confidence wavering. “Did I do too much?” “Do too much?” I sputter in disbelief. “You did fantastic!” She grins mischievously. “That's not even the best part.” I gasp. “Show me!” She twirls around gracefully, and my mouth drops open once again. The back of the dress reveals a breathtaking display of intricately connected crystals, forming the shape of a beautiful flower. The delicate crystals catch the light, creating a mesmerizing sparkle that perfectly complements her radiant presence.