Every Breath Novel Novelas e Histórias

I'm having trouble breathing. The lock finally clicks open, and I leap out into the murky early morning light. I take deep, long breaths as I tightly wrap my arms around myself and press my eyes shut. What is going on with me right now? Amanda, take it slowly and steadily. You remember how to breathe through it all. Slow and consistent.

he said taking his cigarette. She was still standing while breathing in and out. She stepped closer and stand up in front of him, while completely naked. he getting up from the bed spitting out the smoke on her face makes her cough while holding her breath. She has asthma and her Heart was tightened. she crouched down on the bed trying to breathe.

Eli’s POV The darkness was a physical thing, pressing against my chest as if a hand had slipped beneath my ribs and was squeezing. It smelled sweet and rotten, Every breath burned, each exhale felt like I was spitting out a piece of myself that hadn’t even formed yet. I forced a shallow breath, counting the seconds between inhales. Pain flared. I clenched my jaw. Don’t panic. Panic would make me breathe faster; breathing faster would kill me. I steadied the rhythm: inhale.... slow, measured. Exhale, steady. The air was thick, but at least it was air.

Love can hit you when you least expect it. It could be a soft easy wind that caresses you and gets stronger over time till it absorbs into your body and heart. Other times it can hit you like a gale-force wind and take every breath you will ever have, and breathe life into the person who took it in the first place. Laken stole my breath. She was my gale-force wind, and I will gladly give her every breath I have just to keep her safe, alive, and mine. If I have to live without her then I don’t want my breath. I don’t want anything but her. I will go to hell and back to get her from the grips of death.

The instant she saw my corpse, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground on her butt. There was a blank look in her gaze, and while she opened her lips, not a single sound left them. The coroner handed James a preliminary autopsy report. "Before her death, the victim suffered severe oxygen deprivation. Her cause of death was drowning, facilitated by an acute asthma attack. In layman's terms, after her oxygen was cut off underwater, she suffered an asthma attack which resulted in her respiratory system failing within a short amount of time. "Before she lost consciousness, she remained awake for roughly three to four minutes as she suffocated. During that period, she was completely a

Not trembling like mine. For a fraction of a second, I hesitate. This is the point of no return. Then I place my hand in his. His fingers close around mine. Warm. Firm. Grounding. The contact sends a strange calm through me. He leans slightly closer. From the outside, it probably looks romantic. Intimate. Perfect. But only I hear the quiet murmur meant just for me. “Breathe.” Two syllables. Low. Controlled. My lungs finally obey. I hadn’t realised I’d been holding my breath.

~•~•~• LIORA'S POV The world greets me like a wound. Cold air slices through my lungs—too thin, too new. I breathe it anyway. Each inhale feels like swallowing lightning. Each exhale burns. I’ve been dead too long. The taste of air feels almost sinful. Above me, the sky trembles—a thousand shades of gray trembling toward dawn. Clouds bleed silver light, and I feel it scrape against my skin like a forgotten language. The moon has hidden behind them, shy of what I’ve become.

I said quietly, "but the sins you committed… You still have to pay for them. You think being given a second life means you can erase the past? The world doesn't work like that." Jim was waiting for me by the door. Without looking back, I took his hand and walked away. Garrett could spend the rest of his miserable life in the stench of decay and endless nightmares…till his last breath.

The white breath in the rain drifted toward the thing in front of them, and where it touched, the borrowed face on the root gate’s skin began to peel back, not like flesh but like paper soaked through with water. Aira stared, and the truth hit her so hard it nearly made her knees buckle. The child’s first breath was not just life. It was the thing the root gate could not hold inside itself. It was forcing the old shape apart. That was why her mother had cried out for her to run. That was why the father beneath the doorway had looked so afraid. The bloodline had buried the child’s first breath in love because it was the only thing that could strip the root gate of the faces it wore. The breat

One breath at a time. The air hung heavy and warm, thick with the scent of bleach and something else—something almost forgotten, like an old lullaby drifting on a breeze. It curled around her skin, sticky and close, as if the room itself breathed with her, held her in an invisible embrace. Shadows pooled in the corners, deep and velvety, swallowing the edges of her vision until the world seemed to narrow down to a single point—the pain, relentless and raw, pulsing inside her like a living thing.