Keep Breathing In Love Novels & Stories

They believed that if two people liked each other, they could start a relationship and if it didn't work, they could just break up. Christina's gaze remained calm, but the corner of her mouth curled up slightly. "It's not being cruel," she said. "I just don't have the heart for love."

“Get. Out.” Tom walks to the door, opens it and steps through. “Lock this door, sweetheart,” he mutters as he shuts it tight.

Love can hit you when you least expect it. It could be a soft easy wind that caresses you and gets stronger over time till it absorbs into your body and heart. Other times it can hit you like a gale-force wind and take every breath you will ever have, and breathe life into the person who took it in the first place. Laken stole my breath. She was my gale-force wind, and I will gladly give her every breath I have just to keep her safe, alive, and mine. If I have to live without her then I don’t want my breath. I don’t want anything but her. I will go to hell and back to get her from the grips of death.

Her heart was beating fast and there was no such thing as life in her body. He was anxious to breathe like this. There was no quiet room and there was no light from above. Moonlight was coming from the window. This condition of her was not being seen at all because it was his love and his obsession. He was in love with her and the biggest thing was that his love was in trouble because of him. Without wasting a moment, he kept his burning lips on her open lips and imprisoned them. He was drinking her breath and giving her his breath so that her breathing would be fine. Her heart, which was beating randomly in front of him, was about to jump out. He comfortably frees her lips from the bondage

she breathes, and the sound breaks me open completely. I tangle my fingers in her hair, drawing her head back just enough to kiss her neck. The tension builds until we’re moving together in perfect rhythm, a steady pulse that feels endless. The world beyond the walls disappears, leaving only the sound of us—the mingled breaths, the heartbeat of two people lost in each other.

He held his breath and stared into her eyes as he spent himself inside her. He drew her against him and kissed her temple. “I love you,” he whispered. “I can’t keep it inside any longer. I know you don’t feel the same—I can live with that—but it doesn’t change how I feel. I love you so much I can’t breathe sometimes.”

“Breathe with me, okay? Just focus on me. In and out. You’re safe. I’m right here.” I tried to concentrate on his words, but it felt like I was trapped in my own head, my thoughts spiraling out of control. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I struggled to match his breathing. He pressed his forehead against mine, his thumbs brushing away my tears. “You’re okay,” he whispered, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. “I’ve got you. Just breathe. Slow, like this.” I focused on the warmth of his hands, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and slowly, gradually, I felt the tightness in my chest ease. I matched his breaths, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. My trembling lessened, and my heart s

Not trembling like mine. For a fraction of a second, I hesitate. This is the point of no return. Then I place my hand in his. His fingers close around mine. Warm. Firm. Grounding. The contact sends a strange calm through me. He leans slightly closer. From the outside, it probably looks romantic. Intimate. Perfect. But only I hear the quiet murmur meant just for me. “Breathe.” Two syllables. Low. Controlled. My lungs finally obey. I hadn’t realised I’d been holding my breath.

She just walked straight to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders and she must have noticed my irregular breathing because she just said . “Hey,Bestie “she whispered. “Breathe, I love you so much “ I let out a shaky breath I didn’t even know I was holding “ Maya …I can’t breath , It feels so suffocating, I can’t even bring myself to smile “ “You have to look bright,” she said softly, pulling back just enough to look at my face. “You chose this. Remember that. No one dragged you here…you has a choice to walk out “

I can’t seem to breathe. They all died because of me. Because Gabriel chose me as his B**e instead of Mark. Sarah enters the room with a frightened expression. As she notices my heavy breathing, her eyes travel to my parents, scolding them with one look. Stepping back to me, my mate claps my hand again in her smaller ones, and as our eyes connect, I swear I feel her inner strength holding me. Sparks crackle as she draws circles on my hand with her finger. Her love takes away the heaviness of my heart, filling me with adoration.