Hold Your Breath Novel Novels & Stories

Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five She was fine. Lila was fine. She was going to be fine. Opening her eyes again, Lila, without feeling anything, the void in her chest large and deep, consuming all that she was, lifted up the sheet of paper and placed it within the flames, ho

Her breath visibly caught. My hands froze at my side. The air between us was electric. Sharp. And then, his hand slid to her back. She didn’t move. Didn’t push him away. Didn’t even blink. She just stared at me. And I stared right back. The flames flickered wildly between us. Something inside me cracked. What was she doing here? Why was he holding her like that? I couldn’t hear anything. Not the waves. Not Caroline whispering beside me. All I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears.

Then he pressed one last, almost gentle kiss there, stepped back, and walked to the door. It closed behind him with a soft click. Only then did I realize I had been holding my breath the entire time. I forced the air out in a shaky rush, then dragged it back in again—harder, deeper, as if I had been drowning. My lungs burned. My legs felt unsteady. My God… what was that? I crossed the room on trembling legs and slipped beneath the covers, curling tightly into myself as if the thin fabric could shield me from everything that had just happened. The sheets still held the faint warmth of my earlier sleep, but it offered no comfort.

To breathe. Nova pushed the door open and stepped out, the cool night air hitting her, and for a moment, she just stood there, breathing it in, trying to calm the storm inside her. But it was no use. The dam she’d been holding back gave way, and the tears she’d fought so hard to hide came spilling over, hot and fierce.

I had to slow down my breathing and take very slow steps to pry his arm off and I rolled off the bed to the floor, laying still for a few minutes to be sure that he wasn’t awake. When he didn’t move after some minutes, I continued my getaway. I couldn’t risk going to the restroom anymore, I have to hold it in until I leave this place. I crouched down beside the bed, trying so hard to even and slow down my breathing. I held my breath and crawled around the room to gather my belongings together. Putting on my clothes is not an option, I just managed to pull my gown up to my chest. I held my bra and thongs in my hand as I collected my purse and phone slowly. Then I crawled to the door and opene

I slid off the edge of the tub and sat on the tile floor with my back against the cold side of it and pulled my knees up and put my head down and breathed in a way that was not the controlled way and was not the productive way and was the way you breathed when the body finally stopped cooperating with the mind's requests and did what it needed to do. I had held it together for two years. Through the theft and the firing and the arranged marriage and the east wing and Elena's journal and the brake failure and Milan and Ethan and Voss and Marsh and my father and Nadia and Whitmore and Marcus Vane in the front row and thirty-seven chapters of a story I had not chosen and had chosen to finish an

I looked at the pool. I thought: I am not holding my breath. I thought: I have not been holding my breath. I sat with this. The not-holding-of-breath was not a new condition in the way of something that had arrived recently and could be dated. It was the specific and disorienting quality of an absence that you did not notice while it was still present, the way you did not notice the sound of traffic until the traffic stopped and the silence arrived and you understood, from the silence, what the sound had been. I had been holding my breath for so long, in the specific and functional way of a woman for whom the held breath was not a metaphor but a literal and physical condition, the shallow an

Autumn POV I held my breath, my body tingling as my senses heightened, causing goose bumps to riddle my skin and the pounding of my chest in rhythm with the incoming steps.I try to struggle out of Kavan’s hold, but his hands do not bulge as they press against the wall beside my head, trapping me between his body and the cold stone.

I await his very breath and lip collide mine. I desire and crave it. I crave it all. An inch from my awaiting plumpy lips, his hot breath unexpectedly diverge. It diverge to my very ear. "Why attempt escape mate?" He questions. His breath collision against my skin highly turns me. It heightens my hair follicles. It threatens moans. Well I forcefully withhold them. I remain quiet. I only negatively shake my head then slowly stir my eyes open. They glance deeply into his. Our gaze sink and drown into the other.

When we were about to enter the water he ordered me to fill my lungs and hold my breath. The water felt bitter cold as we plunged into its depths. Instead of swimming to the surface, my vampire rescuers stayed below it in order to go unnoticed as we moved along with the current. As if on cue, just when I thought my lungs would explode from holding my breath for so long, Geo’s mouth forced my lips apart and he breathed for me. To my surprise, my lungs felt rejuvenated and ready to continue.