Every Last Breath Book Novels & Stories

The pain that thumped my heart into skipping several beats only grew the more as I looked to the face of the dying girl, as even in her mother’s arm, with blood rushing out of her mouth and the pain shown so ethereal in her last drawn breaths. She let out a smirk towards my disoriented expression, void of any focus to the insistent yapping from Zayne in the background. Her soft last breaths drew as I was able to read off her dazed lips, murmuring faint words to my distant hearing, moments before guns started blazing. “At least now … she gets to know how it feels.” My heart felt like a vase that had just fallen to the floor from atop a high mountain that I placed it. Everything Zayne said to

One more— Breath.

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!”

She struggled with all her might. "Princess, I'm so sorry. Please spare my life!" But Princess Jasmine was unmoved by her pleas. Instead, she tightened her grip. The maid's eyes bulged. With her last breath, she said, "Princess… the one who should be buried… is Master Stephen…" The maid had only been railing against her unfair fate as she faced death. But to everyone's surprise, these words made Princess Jasmine stop. "Explain yourself. What do you mean? Otherwise, not a single one of you will live today!"

I told her as she stood quietly beside me. “You’re going to teach me? the one who goes around killing innocent people.” I looked down at her in anger. Ignoring the comment, she had just made. “You first need to start by reading these books.” I passed her the books, “It’s about our family history.” “You want me to read all these books? There’s too many Aspen.” She struggled to hold up the books. “That’s right, get reading.” ***

Looking into her eyes while she took her last breath scared him but missing her last gaze scared him the most so with much difficulty, he raised his head to see her face. Her eyes were partially closed now but she had a sad smile on her face. And then– it was over as she hiccuped before letting out a loud sigh. Her last breath. Blake let out a loud wail, literally seeing life sneaking out of her body. ***Wheezing****

“Hold on, okay? The ambulance is on its way.” Her face scrunched up in pain and her body started to tremble. “D-don’t . . . don’t l-l-leave m-me.” “I’m not going anywhere,” he assured her. After a few more tense, dread-filled moments the little girl’s breathing began to be troubled, her skin losing color and growing colder by the second: he was losing her. “Stay with me. Stay with me, okay?” She tried to speak, but nothing more than a whispered murmur came from her lips. With a last gasp of breath, the girl named Chavon whom James never knew, breathed her very last breath and her life was released.

Her tiny body twitched under his grip, and a faint, threadlike gasp escaped her lips. It was her final breath of life slipping away. Emily had only one breath left.

She was so weak that her voice was inaudible. Even if the nurse did not like the child, she still sympathized as Rory was going to die. As such, she leaned down to hear better, asking softly, "Yes? What are you trying to say?" Rory gasped softly, clearly laboring just to breathe a sentence, "Can you send Daddy a text… tell him… I'm going to die… I want to see him one last time… very, very much…" As she finished, her breathing turned even weaker as it took her all her strength, while she leveled a pleading gaze at the nurse.

"I'm going to die a virgin, at the hands of the hottest guy I know. He let go of me, and I was finally able to breathe again. I coughed, adjusted to being able to breathe again. I have never before been so grateful for the ability to breathe. The air even felt different as it went into my lungs. I almost died,"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" I screamed.