Deep Breath Movie Novels & Stories

As I slid down against the elevator wall, my tears dripped onto my hand. A month ago, Liam's long-lost stepsister, Christine, showed up at our door. In the private room, Christine wore a white slip dress. She bit her lip while her eyes were red. "Liam, I'm sorry. I won't pester you anymore, but I desperately need that 300,000 dollars for an emergency. Just one month, I'll pay you back after one month! I can even write an IOU. I beg you…"

“Same here.” He rolled out of bed, and I couldn’t help but watch as he started getting dressed. His movements were effortless, confident and I found myself staring at the way his muscles shifted under his skin, the lines of his body strong and defined. I bit my lip, a flush creeping up my neck. Last night had been… intense. More than that, it had been a reprieve. Lately, depression had been a heavy fog, clinging to me, making every step feel like wading through quicksand. My father’s death, my mother’s breakdown, the endless questions with no answers—it was all too much. But with Alex, in those stolen moments, I could forget. In his arms, I could let go of the pain, even if just for a little

Now she stood at the treeline, heart pounding, staring at the faint glow of torches from the great hall. And then she felt it. The pressure in her chest surged, sharp and unbearable, stealing the air from her lungs. Her knees buckled. One hand clawed at her breastbone, as though she could pry away the invisible grip crushing her. She gasped, trembling, her breath coming in shallow, frantic pulls. “Breathe,” she whispered to herself, though every attempt felt like drowning. And then, across the distance — she felt him. A pulse. A tether. Something slamming into her spirit with the force of a storm. The air rushed back into her lungs, cold and sweet, like she’d broken the surface of a deep, da

"We're not the crazy ones. You are." His voice was ice. As she kept squirming, he pulled out a camera. I knew that camera—Keyla's sick little trophy. The one she used to record everything. There we were: Ariel and me, dragged into that dark room, fighting the ropes, trying to escape. Every brutal second caught on tape. Just watching it made my chest tighten. Edmond and Philip didn't blink, just stared—tears streaming down their faces. And seeing them like that? Keyla laughed.

When the little hooligans were ordered to warm up and sunbathe, I decided to take a quick dip myself, peacefully and carefree. Stepping into the water, I slowly went deeper. A small wave lifted me pleasantly, and I swam out a bit, pushed off the bottom, and lay on the surface, closing my eyes in bliss. I love the sea. I jerked in fear when I felt something big moving under me. Scenes from Jaws flashed through my head in all their bloody glory, and I swear I even heard the soundtrack. “Nazar!” I snapped at the laughing bastard, who surfaced, humming that exact tune.

I didn't take a breath until I made it to the bottom of the stairs and a few feet into the grass, where I grabbed hold of the old hitching post that hadn't been used in many years, and leaned over it as I took in a lungful of air. Fresh air immediately rushed in, filling my lungs and clearing his mouthwatering scent away. I took several deep breaths, not stopping until I could no longer smell him. My wolf huffed in disappointment as he receded to the back of my head, curling up like a sad puppy. When he finally receded, my head cleared, and the reality of everything that just happened came crashing down on me in an instant. “Fuck!” I cursed through a breath as I slammed my fists down onto th

I groan in appreciation, and I can feel him smile into my hair as he continues to tease my muscles free from their knots. I am drowsy from Taylor's attentions and the warm, relaxing water when Taylor finally pulls me up and out of the bath. Wrapped in only fluffy robes, we pad through to the lounge area, where we sink into the plush sofas and Taylor makes good on his promise to order in Thai. I flick through Taylor's extensive movie collection, making suggestions here and there until we both agree on a light-hearted comedy.

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

No one can. I am thrashing, fighting for my life, but nothing is working. Where is everyone? I'm dying and this is the end for me. Bubbles coming out of my mouth and I can't do anything to save myself. I'm losing oxygen. "Victoria!" I hear a light voice. My shoulders start shaking. "Victoria!" It's getting louder. "VICTORIA!" It's so loud. My eyes shoot open and let out a loud gasp, I want to sit up but something is holding me down.

I replied then he asked each of us questions. We decided to watch a movie like the old times. I was happy, beyond excited. My dad was sober and I had a chance to help my family. By the time we all retired to bed, we were exhausted. We binge watched one of mom’s favorite movies. There was a lot of crying and reminiscing involved but at least, dad didn’t bolt at the mention of mum’s name. Maybe God finally answered my prayers. I thought as I drifted asleep.