Novel & Cerita Hold Your Breath Novel

I tried to get up and he followed after me, my instincts kicked in, I threw the stick at him and then I ran off, I tried to run as far as possible and as fast as possible. The wolf didn't like my move, he tried to attack me now, he tried to jump on top of me, throwing me on the ground, I screamed and tried to get him off me, the wolf wasn't giving up, so this is how I die? I closed my eyes holding my breath waiting for the pain to come, and for me to die, suddenly the weight on top of me disappeared and I could finally open my eyes.

Light shimmered gold from my fingers, soft and warm, and sank into her skin. Almost instantly, she eased. Her breathing slowed. Her hands dropped from her chest. She let out one last, shaky breath… and then fell still against me. Not unconscious. Not blank. Safe. I held her like she might vanish, my lips pressed to her temple, my hand still resting over her heart to make sure it beat. And I didn’t move. Not even when the sun finished rising. Because this was where I needed to be. Right here. Holding the woman I would burn the world for.

Taking a deep breath, I push the door open. I step in, Soren and Daniel following closely behind. I close the door after everyone is inside. It clicks slightly as I do. Slowly, I turn to face Gregory, my pulse quickening. Looking into Gregory's deep brown eyes, I gulp, trying to keep my heart from leaping out my throat. I approach his desk slowly on trembling legs. "I have discovered some new information, and thought you might be interested in knowing," I say while clasping my fingers together nervously.

Holding in a scream. They continue this for next few minutes. Till their leader moves closer to me. It's snout, moving closer to my face. And it's heavy breath hits my ear. Taking everything in me, to hold my breath and not move. Pretending to be dead. It sniffs me, growling lowly. And that was it, my lungs were protesting and I couldn't hold any longer. Letting out the breath our eyes again met. And I knew I was dead.

Now she stood at the treeline, heart pounding, staring at the faint glow of torches from the great hall. And then she felt it. The pressure in her chest surged, sharp and unbearable, stealing the air from her lungs. Her knees buckled. One hand clawed at her breastbone, as though she could pry away the invisible grip crushing her. She gasped, trembling, her breath coming in shallow, frantic pulls. “Breathe,” she whispered to herself, though every attempt felt like drowning. And then, across the distance — she felt him. A pulse. A tether. Something slamming into her spirit with the force of a storm. The air rushed back into her lungs, cold and sweet, like she’d broken the surface of a deep, da

Liam’s breathing grew uneven, each exhale brushing against Alina’s skin as his body slowly tensed beneath her. His fingers dug slightly into the armrest, a quiet groan slipping past his lips before he could stop it. Then, after a few more seconds, his whole body shuddered. Alina, who was still timidly moving her hand around his “little buddy,” suddenly felt something warm and liquid splash against her skin. She froze. For a heartbeat, she couldn’t even breathe. Her eyes widened as she snatched her hand away, startled.

Immediately the door locked, I collapsed, panting, like I had been holding my breath. Then I realized, I had actually held my breath when he grabbed my chin. Putting my hand on my chest, I tried to control my breathing, which was hard because I could still hear his baritone voice calling me his pet. That wasn't the only problem I had. I was wet. What have I gotten myself into?

The burn is immediate. It starts in my vein, a white-hot fire that races up my arm and spreads across my chest like wildfire. I gasp. My back arches. Every nerve in my body lights up at once, screaming, poison, poison, poison. But I don't scream. I bite my lip until it bleeds. I dig my nails into my palms. I stare at the ceiling and count the cracks in the stone and refuse, refuse, to give him the satisfaction of hearing me break.

He must hate it! My face burned with embarrassment. My chest stuttered. My hands tremble as they begin to move, reaching to cover myself, but his hands move first. I held my breath. His lips parted as he reached for me. He slowly exhales as his fingers briefly hover over me. My body jerked when his fingers touched just under the head of my length. I pulled my lip between my teeth and bit down to silence myself as his fingers trailed down my length. My heavy, ragged breaths are the only thing I can hear, aside from my heart pounding in my ears.

She cast a sly glance at me and held the book very close to her chest. “Do you know what this is?” “No, your Utmost Prosperity.” “It is the most important book you’ll possess till you die…that’s what it is.” Slowly, she held the book with her right hand and suddenly flung it at my chest. In a twinkle of an eye, a purple puff of smoke enveloped my abdomen, while the book disappeared immediately. Soon, I began to feel a strange force inside my chest, as if my lungs were frozen. My breathing became slightly laboured, while my gaze remained on her Utmost Prosperity, as if she’d hypnotised me.