Every Breath She Takes Novels & Stories

Her body lay unnaturally still, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths that looked far too fragile. “I’m glad you are,” she said softly. The faintest smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she spoke, though it looked weak and fleeting. Her voice was quieter now, more fragile and something about it made a cold knot form in my chest. Her breathing wasn’t steady. It came unevenly, short, shallow pulls of air that sounded strained, as if every breath required more effort than the last. I watched it happen. One breath. Then another. Each one slightly more labored.

She swallows slowly. “You sure?” She asks, and he nods. “They says you don’t sleep much, but breathe into a shirt all night. It seems a bit silly to breathe into a shirt and not sleep. They also say you cry in the darkness, asking for Allie.” Alpha Blake blush scarlet, but he nods.

It was haunting her. She felt light through the curtains of her eyelids. Slowly she opened her eyes and blinked down. Light. There was light and just like that she was able to breathe again as Catherine took in a shaky breath. It was forced and small but the burning of her lungs eased a little. "Just like that. Breath in and out." The person who was holding her was guiding her to breath and she followed him. It was working, she could finally breathe again. "You're doing good." That deep voice was familiar. Where she had heard it, her eyes widened slightly when she recalled who the person was.

she breathes out. My fingers circle around her neck, holding it loose, and her back arches toward me. I tighten it ever so slightly and her skin sets on fire under mine. Her pupils are nearly blown out as she looks up at me, begging me to keep going to give her what she wants, and what she has been wanting is me.

she shouts and I think I hear her a little better now. I slowly lift my head and meet her scared face close to mine. I still can't get a proper breath as I choke and sniff. My mother is dead. "Mallory, babe, listen to me. I want you to take deep breaths. Come on, do it with me. Inhale. Exhale," Margaret shows me how to breathe and I try to follow her. It's impossible. It feels like someone is gripping my throat, trying to suffocate me. "Come on, girl. Inhale. Exhale."

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.

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“I’m only looking out for her more because you told me to take care of her. I just didn’t want you to worry. “Alright, stop throwing a tantrum. Chloe gets up early. If we sleep in, she’ll end up waiting for us for ages.” My throat felt as though it were choked with wet cotton. With great effort, I managed to whisper, “I know.” Soon, his steady, even breathing filled the room. I kept my eyes wide open in the dark, unable to sleep. Perhaps Valen had long forgotten the promise he made to me four years ago. He had promised that he would propose to me under the northern lights.

"Alec, just behave and let me take your heart's blood. You should feel blessed that you're able to save Stephen. Once Stephen has recovered, I will compensate you." Beneath her palm, I slowly closed my eyes and tried my hardest to hold back the bitter tears. Another day? There would be no other day. She didn't know it, but my life had already ended today. When I lay still for a long time, Princess Jasmine put away my heart's blood, tucked the blanket around me, and left without looking back. I slowly opened my eyes and watched her hazy figure retreat. A soft laugh escaped me. Then my lips froze, unable to hold their upward curve any longer. My tears finally broke through.

“Talk to me. Please.” “I can’t breathe with you,” she whispered at last. “You can breathe, baby. There’s lots of air for both of us.” “No, I mean… you’ll take my breath. When you kiss me and hug me and – and climb on top of me. You’ll take my breath.” Aidan hesitated, wondering if he understood what she was saying. “You think that kissing and holding and making love to me would… smother you?” “Smother me, suffocate me, crush me, trap me.” She was looking straight at him for the first time in weeks, finally being totally honest. “Yes.”