I Keep Breathing Love Novels & Stories

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

I claw at my throat when the whip snaps again. Strong arms wrap around me and pull me flush against a large, strong chest. “Hey. It's okay. It's not happening. We're home. We're safe. Breathe, love. Breathe. That's it. Good boy. Take another breath. That's it. Breathe, baby boy.” Walker says softly, coaxing me to breathe, slowly pulling me back to reality. I squeeze my eyes closed, gripping his sides with shaking fingers. My chest slowly rises as I take in one lungful of air after another.

I need to find them. I was remembering what room they were staying , I hope they didn't discharge yet. I went to the elevator and press the button for the third floor. I was patting my chest to keep calm when I felt my necklace. That's it! We have the same necklace with our name and picture. I need to know if he was my brother. Why am I so stupid he was using his nickname Nathee for his real name and making it too short by using 'Tee' because he can't remember his past. Please, I hope that Tee was my brother. When I reach the floor I was almost running to the corridor when I spotted Tee. "Tee!" I shout and he look shocked why I was shouting.

I feel the tears running down my face as I flail my arms, trying to hit him to make him let me go so I can breathe. I hear and feel this weird sensation. A strange vibration. It's so loud, somehow it's making it so I'm able to breathe. What is that? I thought as I took a giant breath in. Feeling my lungs, finally filling with air. "That's it baby... Breathe!... Breathe my love!" I hear someone say. I take another deep breath in. My lungs burning as they finally get air. I push away, my eyes feel like they're so large as I frantically look around. Trying to figure out where I am and what's going .

Her heart skipping a beat when he touched her. She felt like a thief who was about to get caught stealing. There was no way she could face any of them without giving it away that they had done something. It was written all over them. With the way Clark was holding onto her arm, leaning towards her body, staring at her like he could devour her right then and there. She was physically aware of him, and it was making it hard for her to breathe now. "Promise you won't hide from me." He whispered to her his voice sounding husky.

Still, for now… I let myself believe. I let myself breathe. I let myself love.

He seized me, his hand clamping around my throat, slamming me against the wall with brutal force. The suffocating pressure swallowed me whole, sharp pain pricking my chest like a thousand needles. That look in his eyes—it was the same as in my last life, the same gaze he had thrown at me countless times. "Let go…" I clawed at his arm with every ounce of strength. His hand twitched under the pain, then he flung me aside. The impact sent me crashing to the ground, but in that instant, I saw his hand twitch forward on reflex, only for him to clench it tight and yank it back, leaving nothing but venomous hatred burning in his gaze.

Still do what I love. - MishanAngel

“I thought I finally won you…” “No, I’m… I do love you. I’m just… really exhausted right now. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” she chokes out, her voice breaking as tears glisten in her eyes. I move closer on the bed, letting her trembling hands find mine, lifting them gently to my lips, holding them like a fragile promise.”Breathe, amore. Just breathe.” I feel the tension in her body, the exhaustion from her hormones, the relentless weight of Vincent’s pursuit. “I know you love me. I know it’s hard. But Vincent is gone. I’m not going anywhere.” I press a gentle kiss to her forehead, holding her close.

The universe breathed love. Because it flowed. Together. In every chest. In every rise. In every moment. The light. The love. The breath. Always. The manor breathed love. The garden breathed love. The light breathed love. The love was the movement. And it flowed. The rhythm. The spaciousness. The completeness. The all. Always. The cursed wolf breathed love. The light breathed love. Love was the movement. And it flowed. In every fleeting moment. In every quiet pause.