Let Every Breath Novels & Stories

She couldn't, her own breath a series of short, useless gasps. "Okay," he said, his voice unshaken. "New plan. We count. Breathe in with me. One... two... three... four." He breathed in deeply, demonstrating. "Hold. One... two... three. Now out. One... two... three... four... five."

His arms wrapped around her shoulders, his right cheek near the upper left of her head, and his chest resting on her back. His embrace is warm as the sun. She even felt his breath near her left ear and it gave her a crawl on the spine. Even though her body temperature got warm, her heart was beating fast and her butterflies are present again. Chris breathes out, “Give me another chance to change so I can be deserving of you, Adeline.”

“It’s so hot, and this is an outdoor party. She’s suffering from heatstroke, yet she lies on the ground and continues to pretend. A cold drink will fix her right up!” Suddenly, I felt like I was about to die. My heart pounded violently, and my shoulders started shaking. I gasped for air, but nothing reached my lungs. My throat let out harsh, ragged breaths. The guests saw that something was wrong with me and stepped back in fear. “She… she’s not actually dying, is she?” Ethan’s eyes widened. His whole body trembled as he froze in place.

“Breathless… unbreakable… ours.” Elara smiled through tears of joy, pulse racing, silver sparks dancing like living flame across their entwined fingers. “Always,” she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of eternity. The bond flowed freely now—limitless, unshakable—a declaration of love, passion, trust, and unity that would outlive them both.

he breathed, “so damn much?” Cheryl shut her eyes. It was all she could do as his mouth moved on hers sweetly… possessively. Emotion poured through her. An unstoppable tide. There was a sound of a throat clearing and an embarrassed little cough. Guiltily, Cheryl pulled free of Nikolas. Two huge books were placed in front of her.

“Even if you do.” He let out a broken sound. “Don’t say that.” The light surged again. The world tilted. The circle blurred. “Her breath is fading!” someone cried. Kieran pressed his mouth close to my ear. “Breathe with me. Now. In. Hold. Out. Again.” I followed him, even as the air felt thin, like it had to travel a long way to reach me. “In,” he said. I pulled it in. “Out.” I let it go.

Minutes bled into hours. We waited. For breath. For flicker. For miracle. And we didn’t let go. Not once. Not ever.

“Olivia promised she wouldn’t mind. Right?” “Right,” I said every time, my voice steady, my body failing. But each word tasted like iron on my tongue. Breathing grew heavy. My chest ached. My legs trembled as if my body already knew the grave was calling. So before I lost the chance, I made a quiet decision.

Darkness, breath, temperature. Emma woke up from unconsciousness. Before her eyes were a dark space, she panicked. Her mind seemed to have lost consciousness, slight dizziness causing her to wince in pain. Gradually, Emma adjusted to the darkness around her. Her consciousness had begun to recover. She was probably sitting in a large cargo van, like a container used to transport export goods. She could hear the rustle of the wind against the branches of the trees, surrounded by perhaps only this freighter on the road.

“I’m Brayden, baby. The man you’ve been dreaming about your whole life. And I’m about to fucking show you why.” Part 1 of a 3 part series. Find out more here