Every Breath Novel Novels & Stories

The man beside me is cold. Not sleeping-cold. Not early-morning chill. Dead-cold. I know before I open my eyes. My body always knows first—my skin humming with the familiar, sickening quiet that follows. The silence after a heartbeat stops. The silence after I take something I never meant to claim. I lie still, staring at the ceiling of the rented room, counting my breaths like it might undo what I’ve done. One. Two. Three. The air smells wrong—iron threaded through sweat and cheap soap. My throat tightens.

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 She was fine. Lila was fine. She was going to be fine. Opening her eyes again, Lila, without feeling anything, the void in her chest large and deep, consuming all that she was, lifted up the sheet of paper and placed it within the flames, ho

Breathless. And already craving more.

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

My right eye was a fog of gray, and my left side was a furnace of atrophied nerves, but the breath in my son's lungs was now a secured asset. I breached the door, finding Leo huddled on the floor. Kael was awake, his hand hovering over the iron wire I’d used to seal the entrance. “I have the breath, Leo,” I murmured, the words staying stuck in my scoured throat. I snapped the canister into the room’s ventilation vent. The hiss of clean, silver-salt air was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. Leo gasped, his small lungs expanding as the parchment-crush sound in his chest finally went quiet.

Ivy’s POV When the first rush of air fills my lungs, it feels like a lifeline tearing me away from some cold, terrible place. There’s a strange urgency to the feeling–that first breath is almost gentle, a soft gust of wind, the tender brush of a familiar hand against a flushed cheek. But the next breath that comes is a desperate, coughing, almost choking thing as my lungs do their best to remember how to take in air. The breath after that is even more ragged, and I can feel my chest heaving over and over again as I go through the motions of taking in air and expelling it even more rapidly.

On the seventh day, she took her last breath in his arms, smiling. Alina sighed softly as she stared at the cover. The only difference between her and the girl in the story was that the heroine had found true love, a man who would hold her until her last breath. Alina, on the other hand, only had a boyfriend to complete her wish list before her own last day came.

It was simply sky, the blue of late afternoon, streaked with the first hints of sunset, the color of a world that had never learned to bargain, never learned to exchange, never learned to weigh the worth of a soul against the duration of a life. She breathed. The air was cold and sharp and tasted of pine and dust and the particular, living smell of a world that continued without demanding payment. Her lungs burned, but it was the burn of exertion, not the burn of wasting. Her heart hammered, but it was the hammering of survival, not the slow, measured countdown of debt. She was alive.

His breath stank of cigarettes. "Let me go!" I gagged, struggling hard. The next second, the guy flew two feet back, passing out with a grunt. A familiar, cool scent hit me as someone helped me up. I looked up to see a handsome face, and tears poured out. "You left the party early," he said, his voice deep and soothing. "I got worried and checked the surveillance. I'm sorry I'm late."

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”