Hold Your Breath Horror Movie Mga Nobela at Kwento

“That's how horror movies are watched here, Charlotte. Don't tell me you don't know about that.” “Oh,” I mouthed, but didn't quite believe her. Hayden didn't seem to believe her either, but he didn't say anything. His body just seemed to stiffen beside me. I tried to relax in my seat and enjoy the movie, but I couldn't stop myself from being tense again. Not after what just happened and the fact that the air seemed tense. There was a bad feeling that I couldn't push away. There was a pounding sound in my ears, and my breathing was ragged as I tried to wipe the beads of sweat that was gathered on my forehead.

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

Getting lost in the sensation. My eyes rolling back. And knees trembling. Something building up inside me. What it was? Unknown. " Umm good. Now hold your breath." I debate. Not knowing what he meant. To only hear his voice turn harsh and impatient. " I said don't breathe till I ask you to dammit!" And I abide this time. Holding my breath. To only see stars, like literally. The feeling multiplies ten folds. My body starts shaking. And the thing rising in me, at the verge to overflow.

“Okay.” “Hold your breath and count one to three.” She holds her breath. “Then let go.” Kylie breathes out. “That’s it?” “Repeat.” “Does it really work?” Audrey shrugged. “If it doesn’t try holding your breath a little longer.” “But what if I pass out?” Audrey laughed – a loud, reverberating one. “You don’t have to hold your breath for that long, dummy.” “It was a good question,” she says defensively, although starting to laugh out herself. Her phone started ringing.

Then, with one final dramatic thrash, I let myself sink. Holding my breath, I went completely still beneath the water, waiting. Any second now, he’d jump in. He’d curse under his breath, maybe groan about how much I was annoying the hell out of him, but he’d move. He’d do something. But he didn’t. Seconds ticked by. Nothing. I frowned, my lungs burning slightly. Surely by now— I finally pushed off the bottom and broke the surface, gasping for air, flipping my soaked hair out of my face.

“You’re safe. You just have to have follow my voice and breathe. Slowly. In and out. That’s how you do it.” I try to fight him, try to pull away, but my body won’t cooperate. The panic is too strong, the fear too absolute. I end up sobbing against his chest instead, ugly desperate sounds that I can’t control. He doesn’t let go. He holds me through the worst of it, one hand stroking my hair, his voice a steady murmur in my ear. “You’re okay. You’re going to be okay, little flame. Just breathe for me.” I don’t know how long we stay like that. Long enough for the panic to recede. Long enough for the sobs to quiet into hiccups.

I…need…wind… "Daniell…" “Stop! Please!” I shouted breathlessly. “What? What are you saying? Dani, please calm down! Don’t hold your breath!” Said Cyrille. W-what? Me? Holding my breath? No! I felt myself and only then did I realize that I was holding my breath. I tried to inhale but… “NO! DANIELL!” “YOU’RE MINE!” It was as if I was the only one hearing that scream. Because they just keep on doing what they are doing.

It was like it would hurl out of my chest. Suddenly I felt a large hand on my mouth, a soft cloth was pressed to my nose, I saw this things in movies, it happens when someone is about to be kidnapped. I knew I will be unconcious if I inhale, so I didn't, I held on to my breath and refused to inhale. The person kept pressing the cloth tighter, I tried to push the person away, but the person was too strong. I gave up and inhaled, that was how I was gone. *****

My throat burns too much to answer. At the sink, I splash cold water over my face, again and again. As if I can scrub away his scent. The fear. The memory. My phone. It’s still in my pocket. Somehow. I fumble it out, my fingers shaking. Who do I even call? Not my father. If word got out that I’d gone into heat as an omega, I was done. Behind me, Alaric shifts. Watching. Always watching. I hate that he saw me like this.

It’s as if I’m holding it as alpha drags his finger through the hair on top of my head. “Breath Cole. How often you hold your breath is quite worrisome.” I remain silent as I grab a hold of the mattress beneath me squeezing it in my hands as the persistent burn sitting at the base of my neck flares into an all encompassing fire raging through my entire body.