Novel & Cerita Kubo Breathing In Series

“In and out. There you go…” I did as instructed. Inhale for three, exhale for three. I did that until I could see straight again. Callum’s face swam back into focus in front of me. He was on one knee, dark hair partially illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the windows. His expression was full of concern. “Breathe,” he repeated. His voice was soft, low, slow. “Breathe…”

I climb up, not a graceful act given that half my body still remembers what last week's flogging felt like, and stretch out on my front. The cotton sheet is cool against my chest. My cheek settles into the pillow. My arms fold under it. The next thing I feel is Kir's palm, flat and warm, between my shoulder blades. "Breathe," he says. "I am breathing. If I wasn’t I’d be blue." "Breathe properly." A slow breath in. Hold it. Let it out. "Better. Keep doing that." He peels my waistband down just enough to expose the small of my back, no more.

The soft rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl were the only sounds that could be heard. Zen lay on his back, his arms sprawled out at his sides, his chest rising and falling slowly. His face was relaxed, and his breathing was deep and even. Furo was curled up on his side, his arms wrapped around his body. His breathing was a bit louder than Zen's, and he let out a soft snore every now and then. Gasher was lying on his stomach, his head turned to the side, facing Furo. He was breathing deeply, and his body rose and fell with each breath.

"In for four counts. Watch. One, two, three, four." I tried to follow but my breath stuttered and caught. Tears streamed down my face, hot against my cold skin. I couldn't do it. I couldn't breathe right, couldn't calm down, couldn't be strong enough for what was coming. "That's okay. Try again. Just watch me." He breathed in again, slow and controlled. "One, two, three, four. Now hold. One, two. Now out. One, two, three, four, five, six." He repeated the pattern, his hands still cradling my face. "You don't have to match me perfectly. Just try. Even one good breath helps."

At least when he was angry, she knew what was to expect, but when he was silent, it was like the silence before the storm. ​ She obeyed, hoping submission might soften his punishment. Reluctantly, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, arms circling him, eyes squeezed shut as she tried to focus on her ragged breaths instead of the punishments her mind conjured. ​ Kabir used a backstroke with one arm while holding Ziniya close with the other. As soon as they reached the ladder, he said, “Deep breathing, Ziniya.” ​

Lauren "You don't have to get scared Kabuto he is also your friend, he can take you to a ride under the sea, won't you Gyarados?" Gyarados nods his head agreeing to Lauren, seeing Gyarados nodding his head friendlily to him Kabuto slowly climbs down from Lauren and crawls slowly towards Gyarados and slowly crawls on to his back then towards the head, after reaching the top and seeing the world from so high up gets him very excited then Gyarados suddenly starts moving as it dives underwater, Kabuto clings on to his head and closes his eyes and after a second he feels water on his body giving his a very nice feeling he opens his eyes to see many different types of pokemons beautiful sea plants

His face was changing colors from pale to red and quickly it became almost blue. I released him and he caught a few times in catching the air which seemed to be burning his lungs, his gaze was directed to the floor and his back was bowed, with one hand he was holding his knee in letting his body stay still. Soon he managed to calm his breathing into normal. He stood up in straightening his back but his head was still bowed.

His hands hang loose at his sides but his fingers twitch. “Feet shoulder width,” I instruct. “Knees soft. Do not lock them.” He adjusts. “Breathe in through your nose,” I continue. “Slow. Count to four.” He does. “Out through your mouth. Count to six.” His breath shakes on the release. “That is fine,” I say. “Do it again.” We breathe together. The bond hums. Quiet. Present. Minutes pass. Or maybe seconds. Time bends here. Blake opens his eyes. “It is louder tonight.”