Every Last Breath Book Novels & Stories

I managed to plaster a huge smile on my face before my grip started to loosen. “I love you” I whispered into thin air as the cold water of the sea welcomed me with open arms. Is this how my life ends? My arms are sore, my legs are numb, and I’m slowly running out of breath. I tried opening my eyes to see the underwater for the first and last time when suddenly something caught my eye. My book! It was as if it swam its way towards me and the moment it touched my reaching hand, a bright light pulled me inside. Wait what?! What’s this? I can breathe!

My whole life of suffering from losing my parents and now I was going to be reunited with them. And there was no air left. Panic settled in, and in desperation, I sucked in another breath, but it was burning my lungs with a ferocity I feared. I could feel my heart beating against my chest in a desperate attempt to regain life, but it was slowing down with every second. And then awareness dawned on me. In a last attempt, I tried refilling my lungs with air, but there was none. My mind gave one last sigh, and my already weakened heart one last beat.

“Then just die now,“ he hissed through clenched teeth. “And I’ll still have it all.” My lungs screamed for air. Panic rushed through my veins as I clawed at his arm, but his grip only tightened. Darkness swirled at the edges of my vision. My body grew heavier, weaker. Slowly I was losing my breath, I couldn’t feel myself anymore. I tried and tried to pull him back, but the more I tried, the more I lost myself. I felt my last breath leaving me. “Lucas…please,” I gasped, my voice shredding as the last of my breath slipped away. And then__

"Rosalia Weaver... Everyone said that the feared mob boss Jared Pierce loves you more than anything else. Clearly, that's just a joke! Do you know? I staged that kidnapping myself. This baby came at the wrong time... After getting poisoned, it wouldn't be a healthy baby even if it were born. All it took was a small trick, and he had already grown not to care for you. Soon enough, he'll divorce you and be mine completely!" Her words didn't anger me as I just looked at her calmly. "If you want that man, take him. I don't want him anymore." I closed my eyes, saying nothing more. Seeing how pitiful I looked, Melody must have decided I was no longer a threat. She didn't push further. And so, I wa

The queen asked, making herself home on the chair next to mine. I smiled sadly and handed her the book. “It's about a woman, or rather, the last few days of her life before she died from cancer.” “Sounds depressing, and yet so relatable. It's so funny how someone's life could be measured by what she did in her last days, as if she did not live a lifetime. I hope you won't mind lending me once you are finished.” She smiled and returned the book to me. “So, how are you? I heard about what happened last night.”

I passed out knowing that it is the last second of my life in this world. I know you'll miss me, you fucking world. I smiled before taking the last deep breath.

Mom opened the sketchbook, glanced at it, and started ripping. Hard. The sharp tear of paper filled the room. "No! Mom, don't!" I lunged for her, but my hands cut through empty air. I dropped to the floor, shaking, staring at the scraps everywhere. I couldn't even cry anymore. When the sketchbook was shredded, Mom stood there, catching her breath. Then she walked out and shut the door behind her. Leaving me alone with the torn pages. *** Mom's phone rang again. The driver. He begged her not to call the cops. Said he'd pay whatever it took.

Atlas reached out with a numb hand and clicked the radio off. The silence that followed was absolute, terrifying, and profound. The last fragile thread of hope that had sustained us through the nightmare of the Keep snapped in an instant. No armies were coming to save us. There was no safe territory waiting over the mountains. The entire world was burning, devoured by the same grotesque horror that had taken Sia, Timmy, and Marcus. Vanya sank onto a wooden stool, burying her face in her hands as silent, hopeless tears spilled through her eyes. Kenny stared at the black radio with wide, hollow eyes, his shoulders slumping under the weight of total despair.

I claw at my throat when the whip snaps again. Strong arms wrap around me and pull me flush against a large, strong chest. “Hey. It's okay. It's not happening. We're home. We're safe. Breathe, love. Breathe. That's it. Good boy. Take another breath. That's it. Breathe, baby boy.” Walker says softly, coaxing me to breathe, slowly pulling me back to reality. I squeeze my eyes closed, gripping his sides with shaking fingers. My chest slowly rises as I take in one lungful of air after another.

The moment the servants scattered, the last wisp of air left my lungs. My soul drifted weightlessly out of my body. I hovered in a daze, half-transparent, and softly asked the system in my mind, 'Can you transmit me now? I want to go home.' But the system's mechanical voice was flat and unyielding: [Only once the male and female leads acknowledge your death can you exit this world.] I paused for a moment, then let it go. I'd survived decades—what was a little more waiting?