Kim Kardashian Collapsed Nostril Novels & Stories

He yells, grabbing me and hugging me light. "Baby I can't breathe." He losens his grip and kisses me. "I missed you so much kitten." He was on the verge of tears. "You are never doing something like that again. You hear me?" "What happened? Did we get him?" He shook his head. "You got him to confess but the moment he said he was going to kill you, I snapped. You were hurt really bad. You have a couple broken ribs and a dislocated hip. Your body couldn't handle the trauma you went through and you slipped into a cona. You've been out for a couple weeks." Suddenly a nurse walks in and gasps.

My breath caught halfway in my throat. Before I could even form a reply, he was already tugging off his shirt. “Keto, wait." But he didn’t. The shirt hit the ground. Then his shorts. My jaw dropped. I barely had time to gasp before I turned around with a yelp and squeezed my eyes shut. “Oh my God!” I blurted. “Keto!” He chuckled, unbothered. “Relax. We’re alone. No cameras. No patrols. You can breathe.”

CARISSA POV “You lied to me!” I watched secretly as Kane roared. He pressed Kim to the tree trunk, his hand tight around her neck. He watched the colour change on her face as she frantically scratched at his hand. “N-no—” Kim struggled to breathe.

Jemma stared at his retreating figure, still lost in a daze. In the evening, he showed up to pick her up, his face looking pale. Jemma and he hadn't exchanged a word since morning. Once they got back home and Noah went into the apartment, he clutched his stomach, he closed his eyes, seemingly in extreme pain. He appeared dizzy. Jemma was about to enter the bedroom when she heard a noise. Turning back, she saw Noah collapse on the ground. "Jimmy..." She rushed to him, "Jimmy... Jimmy..."

Marks left from belts, from charging cables, from everything he had used to tie me down. I held my wrist still, just within the frame of the camera, for a few quiet seconds. The chat slowed. [Wait… what's that on her wrist?] [Zoom in. Those don't look self-inflicted.] [This feels off. Is this actually real?] [Someone call the cops.] The hesitation did not last long before it was swallowed by a fresh wave of noise in the chat, but it had already been enough. Screenshots were being taken, spreading faster than the comments themselves.

The familiar voice belonged to Dominic. "Dominic, not only did you fail to apologize for the collision, but you also found it amusing!" Kathy remarked, holding her nose and casting a displeased glance at Dominic. "What's the matter?" Concerned upon noticing the pain etched on Kathy's face, Dominic swiftly ceased his laughter, crouching down anxiously to inspect the spot she was clutching. "Nosebleed?" "Um," Kathy replied, closing her eyes and furrowing her brow, a hint of dizziness setting in alongside the pain.

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.”

Only to come face-to-face with Adam Kennedy. Except he wasn’t as put together as he was that morning. For one, like me, he was shirtless, but he’s stripped out of his undershirt, showcasing a fairly impressive set of abs. His skin was dotted with perspiration, and his chest was heaving. He was gripping the bathroom walls like he couldn’t stand. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that something was terribly wrong. “Hey, dude, are you okay? What’s going on there?” I asked.

He stares back at me. “Tsk. I told you to keep icing it.” Without waiting for him to answer my question, I get close enough to smell his breath and tilt his head, my palms gently touching his jaw. I lean in. My heart starts beating louder at his questioning look. Using my phone's flashlight, I check the inside of his nose. No visible blood clot. No nasal valve collapse. For now. But his airways still appear a bit narrower than how they're supposed to look. Or is it just the angle?

She yawned and hugged his neck. Emergency News Keira giggled and checked social media. It was ten in the morning. She furrowed her brows when she saw that Alicia had fainted in the middle of filming an advertisement. She had been sent to the hospital, and it was now the center of media attention. Paparazzi had been following Alicia and had sneaked onto the set. They captured a video of her collapsing. Keira knew she needed to cancel some of Alicia's modeling jobs; she needed a break.