Every Last Breath Book Novels & Stories

After a few minutes, I couldn’t breathe at all. My eyelids grew heavy, the world around me blurred, and my legs gave out beneath me. The last thing I felt was Nikolai’s arms catching me just before I hit the ground, and the last thing I prayed for was my baby’s safety before the darkness consumed me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Guys, I have recently published a book on K!ndle. It is free for KU users. Title ~ Hate to love you: A Fake Marriae and Second chance romance by Shikha Gupta. Message me on !nst@, if you can't find it. !nst@ ID - dayyyyydreamerrr

From hunger. The soul he was about to trade had never been his to begin with. He pressed the edge of his claw to his tongue. Bit. Bled again. “Lael ith os murn. I am the last flame. I am the spine of the beast. I give. Take me.” The ground groaned. The altar split down the middle. And from the wound in the earth came not fire—but breath. Old breath. The kind that smelled like burnt roots and forgotten names. The kind of breath that remembered the First Pact and had waited too long to be worshipped again.

The love tucked between the lines was like honey, but it was also torturous, like poison. It had him sobbing one moment, then smiling through tears the next. Suddenly gloomy, suddenly joyful. Those two extremes kept surging through him, and the heart that had gone numb from despair began to burn again. He wondered if this was the last light before everything went dark, or the lighting of the fire that would bring back light? Nelson did not know what kind of ending waited ahead. All he could do was pray. He prayed for the secret thoughts that nineteen-year-old Sinead had recorded in her own script to be the means of his escape from the wreckage.

I say and before I know i,t, I am again in the water. This tim,e I fight as if fighting for my lastbreathe. I cannot breathe. What is the purpose of life? Why am I even fighting this? More water enters through my nostrils and pain engulfs me. I feel my lungs filling with water. I let go. I might as well just join my parents in heaven. There I will not be accused of anything. I might as well go and be with the people who love me and value me. I might as well just let go. And I do that, I let go. I am done. All done.

I had foolishly believed that if I just remained compliant and submissive, we would eventually untangle the knot between our hearts. Was this cruel fate punishing me for my past actions? I gently touched my lower abdomen. The mattress beneath me was already entirely drenched in amniotic fluid and blood. Slowly closing my eyes, fresh tears soaked my face once more. Through a hazy, drug-induced blur, I suddenly heard Martha addressing the Alpha over the phone. A sudden spark of hope ignited within my chest. Gathering every ounce of my remaining strength, I screamed toward Martha’s phone. “Kaelen! Tell them to take me to the hospital! The pup really isn’t going to make it!”

And for the first time in months, I feel like I can breathe. End of Chapter 133

The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke. At the end of his call, as if Jason Smith felt guilty, he added, "I've neglected you lately, so once I'm done with this busy period, shall I take you to see the aurora?" I hung up, and our home went completely silent. Even the air seemed to be mocking my marriage. What a failure all of this was. It was at this time that Jason's assistant sent me a message on WhatsApp, asking in that familiar way what I wanted reimbursed this time and telling me to just name it.

Especially this. Later, alone in one of the cathedral chambers, I tried meditation techniques Elias taught me years ago. Slow breathing. Steady focus. Control. It failed instantly. The moment I closed my eyes— breathing. Not mine. Something else. Ancient whispers layered beneath each other like voices drowned underwater. Hungry. Patient. The shadows around the room leaned inward. Air pressure thickened painfully. Then the voice finally spoke. “You are waking.” I bolted upright so fast the chair shattered beneath me.

"I felt it all. I felt when you took your last breath, how bad your chest hurt while you were getting compressions, when they were putting the tube down your throat, everything. If you hadn't come back, Henry, the last thing I would've felt of you was that breath leaving you." My eyes softened and I placed my finger under his chin and tilted his head up to look at me. "That's not the last thing though, I'm here, I'm alive, I'm breathing. I'm going to be here for a long time to continue to annoy you, okay?"

Maybe not. I struggle to breathe, whatever they gave me knocks me out. The last thing I can hear is the footsteps of people and many other things as I wake up from that daze. I take a deep breath. I open my eyes and come back to myself, I move my hands and my fingertips. That had only been a nightmare, a very elaborate nightmare. I move a little, I don't want Vanessa—Camila—well I don't remember her name, I just hope she doesn't wake up because of my rough movements.