Novel & Cerita Keep Breathing In Love

It felt like someone was stabbing my heart and all I could do was, cry from the shock and pain of it. 'Ya Allah! Please make it stop. Please. This hurt.....it's killing me. I can't—no more..please..help me escape from it!! Please!!' My pleas were getting overrun by the sobs rising in the back of my throat. Like a lump in my windpipe, suffocating me. It was getting harder to breathe. Why....? Why did I dream about him? Why—? Ev—Everytime...I am trying to forget him..it becomes impossible to let go of him—!How could I come to love someone to this extent?How do I move on, if my heart is so unwilling to forget him—? How? Why—?

A breath caught in my throat as I looked upon it. There, on my left chest, above my heart was a small rose dripping with blood with vines wrapped around it. I lifted my head up to seek my brother and he too was looking at his chest bearing the same mark as I have. Florence darted her head between my brother and I, a look of satisfaction crossed her face. "As proof of the curse, I gave you a mark which you have already seen. In order for the curse to break, you need to find true love. When that person says I love you, then the curse will be broken."

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.

As our lips separated, Ethan's breath was weighty with want. "Elah," he murmured, his voice imposing, "I need you. I need to make this night extraordinary." I stared into his eyes, my own loaded up with a combination of yearning and vulnerability. The draw between us was certain, and at that time, opposing the urge that lay before us was inevitable. Ethan's lips followed down my neck, his kisses sending rushes of chills through my body. I groaned softly, my purpose debilitating with each delicate touch. His fingers fondled my breast softly while I was lost in his love.

Liu Liu stubbornly stopped saying a word, but continued to bury her head in the bowl and shed tears crazily, expressing her determination with practical actions. The whole room fell into a strange quiet, just like the quiet before the storm. "Bang bang!" "Is anyone home?" A knock at the door broke the deadlock. "I'll open the door." Liu Liu wiped away her tears, threw down her bowl, ran out of the room as quickly as she could, rushed to the door, and opened the door without even asking. The scene behind the door really scared Liu Liu. A large number of people crowded in the shabby and dark corridor. At first glance, there were about six or seven people, each of whom was eager.

I gasped as I slumped on the ground, my whole body weakening in the process. Warren sat beside me and placed my body on his lap. He was so worried, he didn't expect that I would act like this. "Hey, Bella. You have to calm down. You need to ease your breath," he swept my hair away from my face and tried to make me relax. "Breathe slowly. Just follow me okay?" I nodded my head slowly as I feel my heart constrict. "Inhale... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale..." I did what he said until my breathing started to synchronize with his and the fear that I was feeling started to dissipate away.

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.

Rosa, draped across him, had her arms wrapped around his neck, leaning in to kiss him with the kind of intimate abandon that left no room for others. Byron's eyes shifted toward the door as I entered, his dark gaze flickering with something that resembled satisfaction. He patted Rosa's arm, and she immediately slid off him, sitting on the side with an air of practiced indifference. "It's 11:10 PM. You're ten minutes late." Byron extended his hand, glancing at his wristwatch. I lowered my head, muttering quietly, "Bibi had a fever. I went to get her some ice cream."

Only her tears and gasping sounded in the chilly night air. "Breathe." He leaned in and scooped her up into his arms. Her frame was so cold in his arms, "Breathe for me, princess." His arms encircled her back, and he squeezed tightly. He felt her take slower, deeper breaths, and finally, she was breathing normally. He smiled slightly and leaned his head against hers, her warm vanilla scent filling his nose. Something about it calmed his raging soul, calmed the war that constantly waged in his mind daily.

"Xav, you're clever. Surely you've figured it out by now? I used to have your love to hold onto you. Now that I don't, I've had to find other ways." "I know how you are. You'd never keep someone around who didn't love you," I said. "But I'd make an exception for you." She stared at me intently, and when I stayed silent, she pushed further. "You know how much influence the Steeles have in Jasserton, Xav. Quit your job. I don't want you doing livestreams. Don't make me go after your company." I stared at Helga—the woman I'd once loved so deeply, who used to curl up in my arms, sweet and gentle, all charm and tenderness.