Every Breath Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

One by one. I opened my eyes, gripping the book tighter. For the first time, it didn’t feel like I was ent irely alone. Maybe I could learn to breathe again.

My breath came shallow. I rose onto my toes, peering through the peephole. And there he was. My breath caught instantly, the air snagging in my throat. The phone trembled slightly in my hand as I held it. My chest felt like it forgot how to breathe, as if every inhale had to fight its way past the knot in my throat. “Damon?” The whisper escaped me, faint, barely even a sound. What is he doing here?

BOOK 3: Chapter 21: A Dangerous Addiction She returns back to her room with a guilt-ridden heart. Her steps are uneven, unsteady, her breath shallow and trembling. The door clicks shut behind her, and she leans her full weight against it, exhaling like she's just escaped something lethal. Her eyes drift closed. Inhale. Exhale. Again. Her chest rises and falls in uneven waves as she tries to cool the fire scorching through her veins.

Only her tears and gasping sounded in the chilly night air. "Breathe." He leaned in and scooped her up into his arms. Her frame was so cold in his arms, "Breathe for me, princess." His arms encircled her back, and he squeezed tightly. He felt her take slower, deeper breaths, and finally, she was breathing normally. He smiled slightly and leaned his head against hers, her warm vanilla scent filling his nose. Something about it calmed his raging soul, calmed the war that constantly waged in his mind daily.

The images cling to the corners of my vision refusing to fade. The air feels thick, pressing down on me, choking me as if it wasn’t quite real, hands trembling uncontrollably. “Breathe Tish, inhale, hold exhale.” I hear Kim’s gentle voice guiding me. My breaths come shallow, jagged at first, like I am learning to breathe again slowly. I loosen my grip on the mattress, willing my pulse to slow down. Eyes closed, I breathe in the faint scent of rain filtering through the small cracked window, mixing with the stale air of the room. “Breathe in and out.”

Eddy joked a playful grin on his face. I closed my eyes exhaling slowly knowing full well that the castle would be waiting. -Valerie’s Pov- If waking up with ringing ears and the room spinning wasn't confusing enough. The scent made me want to bury my head in the sand. The smell of death and pine needles made me instantaneously realize that this wasn't my room. Or even my pack.

She couldn't breathe, she wanted to but she couldn't. Or was it that she could finally breathe? Had she finally found her breath after two years? Did she even know what breathing was like? She has not breathed properly for so long now. The feeling of cool air through the nose, passing along the throat and into the lungs; yes, this was what she felt, alive.

But the Book she carried was old and the cover was kind of ratty looking, and I figured that she'd be the kind of person who would buy a new one every year or so just to help out the Books publishing industry or to show her renewed dedication to the studies or something. She walked a few steps before answering. "It was my mother's," she said simply. "Oh. . . ." I said it like I'd stepped on someone's pet turtle, squashing it under my shoe. She looked at me. "It's okay, Landon. How could you have known?" "I'm sorry I asked. . . ."

I breathed into him, my heart sinking deeper each time my lungs filled with air and his body remained unresponsive. I dragged him away from the inferno, the heat intensifying, clouds of smoke swirling around us. He was heavy, lifeless, and I struggled to position him on the ground, my own breath coming in ragged gasps. Again and again, I tried—my tears mingling with the blood soaking into the earth beneath us. Each time I leaned down to breathe life into him, all I could feel was the cold reality of death creeping closer.

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.