Kim Kardashian Collapsed Nostril Novels & Stories

I roared, my voice shaking the house. Footsteps thundered down the hall. Cris appeared in the doorway, his tablet forgotten in his hand. The color drained from his face. “What the hell happened—” “He collapsed… he’s not breathing,” I said, barely keeping my voice steady. “His nose… it started bleeding. He was fine. He was just fine.” Ashiel and Ken appeared behind Cris, eyes widening as they took in the scene. “We need to take him to the hospital—now.” “No,” I snapped. “We don’t have time to wait.”

I suggested he rest, but he waved it off, insisting on finishing one more review. “I’m fine, Evie. Just need to push through.” Around ten o’clock, I stepped into the kitchen to prepare a light snack, hoping to encourage him to eat something substantial. When I returned with a plate of cheese, fruit, and crackers, Khalid was standing by the windows, staring out at the glittering Manhattan skyline. His posture was rigid, one hand pressed against the glass for support. “Khalid?” He turned toward me, and that’s when it happened. His face paled dramatically. His knees buckled. The tablet slipped from his other hand, clattering to the floor as he collapsed forward onto the plush rug with a heavy t

Just the low mechanical hum of the air system and Killian’s breathing beside me, ragged and uneven, like he’d been holding it for hours. He was hunched forward in the plastic chair, elbows on his knees, bald head bowed, fingers laced so tightly the knuckles had gone white. The muted television bolted high on the wall scrolled red arrows and the words HART INDUSTRIES –34%. My face (bald, swollen from steroids, eyes sunken) was frozen on the screen beside the anchor, a paparazzi shot from the night I collapsed. Someone had sold a photo of me unconscious in Killian’s arms. I tried to speak. My throat felt lined with broken glass.

Rolling my eyes, I muttered under my breath but still tore open the packaging, ready to eat—only for him to snatch it from me and toss it straight into the car's trash bag. The car door opened, and Kimberly climbed in, immediately glancing back at me. "Kathy, what's wrong with your lips?" she asked. Keeping a straight face, I pointed at the trash bag. "Ate too much of the spicy snacks. Got a little swollen from the spice." Kimberly giggled, covering her mouth, then turned to Jasper. "Jazzy, if we didn't know better, we'd think Kathy's lips got that swollen from kissing someone!"

All the baby had to do was press on her bladder and Kim knew she had approximately twenty-eight seconds to get to a bathroom before el accidente took over. She was tired of having to change her clothes because she’d piddled on them. She was tired of the multiple showers to try and combat the aches and pains. But most of all she just wanted to hold her baby in her arms. Sitting to pee, Kim hunched over, gasping as a sharp pain ripped through her lower back and abdomen. Unable to hide the gasp as the air was sucked out of her, Kim cried out sharply. “Kim?” Nate’s groggy voice came from the bed in their bedroom. “Are you alright?”

I whispered, my voice creaking. Knock. Knock. “Khione, open the door,” Noah’s voice was deep, and for once, the mocking edge was gone. “Get out, Noah! Go back to Maddie and leave me alone!” I yelled, grabbing a wad of toilet paper and pressing it hard against the cut. I winced, tears pricking my eyes from the sting. Before I could relax thinking he was gone, the door clicked. I’d forgotten how easy the door was. Noah stepped into and everything felt suffocating.He was holding the first aid kit Zion usually kept under the sink.

*Idk, they look fine to me. Kevin instantly saved the snap. My body broke out in sweat. My dick started to pulse. Here we go. His bitmoji sat in the chat, waiting for me to say something. He clearly wanted me to make the next move. I took a deep breath and tossed off my boxers. I held my now rock hard dick straight up and took another snap showing how I groomed. The top half of my dick was cropped off the pic but it was clear that I was hard. *I’m not really the best at grooming either.*

Jada hung her head low, her voice was forced and pained. Ironically, Christopher felt like his heart instantaneously stopped pumping blood to his brain because it seems like he can't breath anymore. His knees gave into him and he immediately collapses onto the ground. "Wh-..no.." he raked his fingers through his hair, gripping at the hairs of the end of his nape. Zachary knelt beside him, holding the younger by the shoulders. "No! The doctors told step- father she was fine.." he trailed off.

People aren’t breathing properly. They’re staring. Staring at ME. At my face. At my neck. At every single inch of me like I showed up naked. Then someone—not naming names (Kevin)—whispers loudly: “Check her neck. I SWEAR that’s a hickey.” I choke so violently two interns run over like I’m dying. “Hailey, do you need CPR?!” “No!” I scream. “No CPR! No hickeys! No rumors! No oxygen even!” But the whispers grow.

"Inhale them first before giving them to the woman I love." The man shrugged. "If that will satisfy you." Still smiling, he lifted the bouquet to his nose and inhaled deeply. The next second, he collapsed onto the floor. Foam spilled from his mouth. My phone slipped from my hand and crashed onto the floor.