Hold My Breath As I Wish For Death นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Giving me everything I could have ever wanted from this moment. This is how it’s supposed to be, two people joining together. Feeling the heat and fire between them. Each thrust brings my body closer to another climax. One that I’m chasing through him, I claw and nip at his skin. Just when I think it can’t get anymore exciting, he lifts one of my legs, propping it in the crock of his elbow and thrusts into me. “Scream for me, Red.” This time, when he pushes into me, I do. His name leaves my lips, echoing through the room and I slip over the edge, grabbing the sheet as I feel him swelling inside me.

Everything in my life had gone wrong the minute I turned 16. My mother's death, Uncle Alessandro's death, then meeting Leone. The rest of last night had been a blur, and somewhere inside me, I had hoped, as I lay awake throughout, staring at the gun I should have used back in that restaurant, that Leone would back out of this alliance. He hated me just as much, and I hoped he would realize overnight that he hated me too much to share a house with me and take some stupid vows.

Sweat dripped down my forehead, and my breathe got even deeper and before I knew I was full on panting on the floor, my core on fire, and my insides churning and my boobs felt heavy like I bricks were fucking attached to them, my throat feeling like sand paper. Grabbing my water bottle from my nightstand, I took large gulps feeling very lightheaded. OH MY HOLY FUCK- AM I DYING??! No no no no no this can't be! I'm too young to die. O God, I know I'm not a religious person, but a very bad one but that's beside the point. I only turn to you when I m in trouble, but please don't take me, please, please, you can take that old hag from that restaurant, I'M YET TO COMPLETE MY WISH LIST, please, I d

ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ғɪɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ sᴜɴ sʜɪɴᴇ ᴛɪʟʟ ɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ

Until death, chapter 39 Imperial conclusion and gratitude Everything seems peaceful, but the early morning air is blowing my long silver hair backwards. I dragged in a deep breath to calm my nerves, and the air gushed through my nostrils and mouth at the same time, which went down my throat.

Her pov Wish shaky hands, I held the tube and closed my eyes praying silently that it wasn't what I thought. This was the worse time I needed something like this to happen and I swear to God I'll be in tears right now if it was true. I held my breath and opened my eyes. Two lines.. "Fuck", I muttered holding my head. Why now?? why , just why does this have to happen now?! I sat on the cold tile, different thoughts raking my head.

" You can try having a blissful weekend with that jerk, I bet you wouldn't live to tell the story" " But at least my ghost will go on narrating to every exorcist about how passionate my last night was, how ravishing the love making was, and how I died from ecstasy", his hands were raised to the sky - literally the ceiling, and his eyes were wide open; purely the drama queen he was.

The light in her eyes dimmed and I froze. For several seconds, I remained there, my hands locked around her neck. Then slowly, hesitantly, I loosened my grip. A shaky gasp escaped my lips. Her throat relaxed beneath my fingers. She didn't move, blink or even breathe. I stared at her motionless body as a cold wave of realization crashed over me. Lilly was dead. I suck in a deep breath and let out an exasperated laugh. I did it. I killed the bitch. The door creaked wide open right at the moment and it would have been better if it was the police that showed up. But no. It was Kennedy.

“I can’t! The last painting Lily made before she died is in there! If it’s burned, it’ll be gone forever!” Rain watched as her husband ran into the thick smoke regardless of the dangers. She eventually shut her eyes and went forward to stop him. At the end of the day, he suffered from asthma. “I’ll go.” When she walked past him, she said, “Fourth time, Joshua.” Unfortunately, the noise drowned out her whispers, and no one heard her.

That awful, uncontrollable desire crawls under my skin, begging for touch. I grip the sink tightly. His scent is still thick in the air. It clings to me—my clothes, my hair, my lungs. Every breath I take makes things worse. My body wants him. But I won’t let it win. “You say a word about this to anyone,” I mutter, low and dangerous, my voice tight with strain, “and I’ll ruin you. I don’t care how powerful you are. I’ll destroy everything you have.” Alaric lifts a brow slightly. Amused. A little impressed. But he doesn’t laugh.