Hold Your Breath Novel Novels & Stories

The others are not. If you are pursuing on finding out what became of her well this is the clue. In Milan, where flowers bloom beside a cup, There’s a little café where coffee wakes you up. Its name sounds floral, its tables smell sweet, But one painted bouquet there refuses to be beat. The flowers look furious, their petals full of rage, As if they’re glaring angrily right off the page. They won’t say a word, yet somehow you know They’re the angriest blossoms you’ll ever see grow. What café am I, and what painting am I looking for? Good luck lil sis. Love always and forever Stormie Mae

Wait… she held me and brought me here. To the disturbing street??? Oh my God. And then she helped me to the bed and I held— wait… her WAIST. My hands were relaxed on her waist, pulling her closer without even realizing it. What am I doing? What are you doing to me? She stirred a little. I held my breath again. Totally forgot how to breathe. My face was burning hot. I need to get out of here. I need to get away from her. Far away. She stirred again.

The couple who had been standing at the side, calmly watching the so-called brotherly reunion, suddenly dropped their elegant composure and rushed over in a panic. My biological mother, Catherine Lynch, reached out with trembling fingers to check if I was breathing. She took a long moment before finally letting out a shaky sigh of relief. "He's still breathing. Call an ambulance now!" The second I heard that, I snapped my eyes open and grabbed her wrist. "No need. It's just low blood sugar. I'll be fine."

If Malik felt the same way, he must understand why I had to leave my room to find something better than a nonfiction book on the Love pack. Then he holds up the book he had chosen, and I yelp. A man held a naked woman against him, her private areas covered primarily by only a thin veil of silk fabric. His face was by her neck, as she clung to his back, that was enveloped by a thin sheen of sweat. Clearly, they are amidst the throes of passion, or close to it. Large font pronouncing something I didn't want to consider suggested what kind of book he had produced. Some sort of raunchy, sexy romance novel.

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. *****

I tried to open my eyes ,bright sunlight was making it impossible for me to open my eyes but eventually I managed to open them . And blinked few times to adjust to the light.When I tried to move. I was not able to move . Then I felt it a hot breath at the back of my neck and shoulder and a strong arm holding my waist so tightly that if he loosened his hold a little I will vanish.Then it dawned on me that he was spooning and cuddling me. My heart beat increased. At that moment I felt really weird. Because I felt really comfortable and warm in his hold. I tried to wriggle out from his hold but no use. He was strong. And my struggles only increased his hold to become more tight on me.A low grow

I walked out of the room While sighing in relief, it was difficult to get through the thought at the back of my head but regardless… I sighed. I still held my breath as I walked over to a couch and settled down upon it, crossing one leg in front of the other trying to suppress the warm feeling between my soul. It was going to be a long day, listening to the his car roared to life out outside— I walked briskly and I could see the car disappearing away, I watched him disappear from my line of view and once he was gone—out of sight, I inhaled deeply so I wouldn’t pass out from the fact that I had been holding my breath.

Her chest tightened until it hurt to breathe. She carefully, quietly, lifted his arm off her waist. His fingers slid across her skin as she moved, making her flinch. Her legs trembled when she tried to stand. Pain shot upward, sharp and unexpected, making her grab the edge of the bed for balance. Her breath cracked. Reid shifted behind her. She froze instantly, holding her breath, praying he wouldn’t wake up. But he only turned slightly, his hand brushing the empty space where she had been lying.

Rena The scent of aged paper and leather bindings fills my lungs as I stand frozen in awe. My heart flutters against my ribs like a captive bird. I've been in dozens of libraries throughout my life—they've always been my sanctuary, my escape—but nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared me for this. "Breathe, Rena," Armani whispers, his breath warm against my ear. "You look like you might faint." I realize I've been holding my breath and let it out in a shaky exhale. "It's just... I never imagined..."

What explanation could make that image disappear from my mind? I stepped down faster. When I reached the last step, he moved toward me. His hand caught my wrist. The warmth of his skin sent a painful spark through me. “Let me explain,” he repeated. I pulled my hand away. “Don’t.” My voice came out softer than I wanted. I walked around him and headed for the door. He followed. “Hailey.” I did not look back. I opened the door and stepped outside into the cool evening air. The breeze hit my face and that was when I realized I had been holding my breath.