Keep Breathing In Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

Your mind goes haywire when the man you are in love with is dying. "C'mon, come here, baby." I walk over to him slowly, calculating my every step, and take in his cedar and cinnamon scent. I breathe him in so deeply that I feel as if my lungs would burn if I don't breathe any deeper. His monitors are beeping normally letting me know that everything is stable.

My body shudders as I take a moment to sort out all the emotions swirling inside me. “Breathe, baby, breathe,” Levi calls softly through our link, his love and pride caressing my mind. It takes me a moment to realize that I had stopped breathing; the magic was so intense it sent my mind into overdrive, but with Levi’s reminder, I breathe, focusing on his mango scent until the magic settles inside me. ‘Better’? Levi asks, and I look up, meeting his intense gaze. ‘Better,’ I confirm, watching his lips twitch as he fights a smile.

His steps were a little wobbly, but not to the point that he needed someone to help. Uri lay motionless on Alex's back like a log. It wasn't that he didn't want to move, it wasn't that he didn't dare. He could feel Alex's steady breathing and every step he took, accompanied by a faint scent of jasmine. His heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

With a reluctant nod, I acquiesced to her plans, knowing that this was only the beginning of a whirlwind journey toward our shared future. The remainder of the evening passed in a blissful blur, each moment etched into my memory as I savoured the surreal realization that I was now engaged to Noah. ---------------- The following morning dawned with reluctant clarity, the lingering euphoria of the previous night fading with the encroaching light. As I attempted to extricate myself from the embrace of slumber, Noah's arms tightened around me, his whispered protest a gentle plea for respite from the demands of the outside world. "Can't we just stay here, together, all day?" Noah murmured, his li

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

“Oh no… I think I forgot to tell him something. But he already said that falling in love was not an option, so I guess that’s the same thing with what I was thinking earlier? I mean, not falling in love means that feelings should and will never get involved because he deemed it so? I think it’s the same thing with a different name for it, yes. So I guess that’s settled now, I just need to do one last thing, I should really get out of here.” Annika thought to herself as she felt like people were still watching her and could hear her every single thought.

I feel like I’ve built a wall, and the phone call love might use to reach me has been cut. ⸻

To try to exist again. I breathe. I finally breathe. ---

“Psssshh—!!!” A violent burst of escaping gas roared through the air. White liquid-nitrogen vapor surged out like the breath of death, instantly swallowing the entire container. The floating comments collapsed into pure despair. [It’s over.] [Naked bodies meeting liquid nitrogen. Instant freeze. No chance to struggle.] [Now that’s one way to keep love fresh.] [With one push of a finger, the father just sent off both his daughter and the only child of his first love.]

“Don’t touch me.” His body went still. “Then who do you want touching you?” His voice was low, like he was forcing himself to hold something back. Then he softened it, coaxing. “Listen, take your medicine.” A cool fingertip brushed my lips, and his other hand tightened at my waist. His gaze locked on my fever-flushed mouth. His breathing turned heavy, fast. I hated being held by him. Uncomfortable, I turned away and burrowed under the covers. “Once I take it, get out.”