Every Last Breath Book Novels & Stories

Her voice was strict and void of any emotion. Immediately after she finished speaking, the men in uniform dragged each one of the reporters that came out of the building. No one dared to stay there after hearing such a threat from Elle. Elle confidently walked inside the building. Last night was the last time she was going to cry for somebody or anything. Those who think they would trample on her should come on in. She is welcome to any trouble. She will make sure to make every one of them pay, even Ethan Cephas. The game has just begun.

The air inside his chest seemed to have been sucked out by him, Sweet Pea was breathing hard, her cheeks were not sure whether because of lack of oxygen or because of being kissed by him, but Sweet Pea couldn't stand it anymore. With both hands pounding on his chest, Brene Brian was clearly still unsatisfied, but fortunately he still had a bit of humanity left, letting her go, Sweet Pea was freed, hastily sniffed to In contrast, Brene Brian was beside her, her breathing was very calm, her face was not red, her heart was not beating fast, her eyes were cold.

Regret—because even in my final moments, I was not enough. My last breath hitched in my chest. The bond mark seared, pulsing one final time before dimming like a dying star. Darkness closed in. The last thing I saw was Lyra’s smile, small and secret, as my world fell into silence. I don’t know how much time passed. There was no time. Only nothingness. And then— A breath tore into my lungs, sharp and painful, like surfacing from drowning. My eyes snapped open, blinded by unfamiliar light.

"It’s a transmitter. Rowan, the Aethel-Group... they didn't just store us here. They’re using the Earth as a battery to power whatever is up there." --- ### The Last Breath My lungs felt like they were filled with sand. Every breath was a struggle. I looked at Rowan, and for a moment, I saw the Knight he used to be. But the Knight was gone. There was no iron sword. There was no destiny to save us. "Rowan, we have to find a way to signal it," I said, crawling toward him. My knees scraped against the cold metal, but I couldn't feel the pain. My nerves were already starting to shut down.

My world was slowly getting blurry and darker as I slowly tried to welcome new peace. I took in a deep breath and tried to breathe more peacefully. I could feel a tear roll down my eyes and my mate’s hand wiping it away but what I wish I knew was that the breath I took was indeed my last .

I could hardly breathe. "If you're trying to." Whoever was speaking stopped mid sentence as I pushed deeper before I cut left. I felt the life in me leave as I took my last breathe. Blood coated my hand as it rested on my chest. How ironic is it that I died because of a crush on the high king and a ripped book?

[Elara] Every minute feels like an hour. Every hour feels like a lifetime. Through the small glass window in the door, I watch as Cora’s little chest rises and falls with every breath she takes. Her tiny body is connected to so many tubes and machines; it breaks my heart over and over again just looking at it. Why? What did she do to deserve this? Why does a child so small have to go through something this painful and traumatic? Why is it that, even after I wish her good health and a long life first thing every morning, she’s still fighting just to stay alive?

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.

Even my name, Paige Quinn, felt like I was destined to repay a debt with my life. If I could choose, I would rather have never been born into this world. That way, no one else would have to suffer. I went to my room, a small, dark space in the attic. It was pitch black, with no light except for a stub of a candle. “Today, Marcus burned me with a cigarette. I don’t hate him, but I saw the disgust in his eyes, and it terrified me.”

Zendaya said with drops of tears falling from the sides of her eyes. After she managed to say these words, she fell into a deep silence, there was no sound coming out from her end anymore. Silence took over and her breathing became hoarse, she could no longer breathe well, then her breathing became hard, and began to struggle to breathe, within a couple of minutes her chest rose and fell back, it continues to grow and fall for a while, she finally took her last breathe, breathing out heavily. Immediately she took her last breath, the wood seems to have been enchanted the entire place was as calm as a cold bottle of ice.