Love Breath Novels & Stories

________________________________________________________________________ 6 / 11 / 2021 I feel the tiny droplets of liquid fall onto my face , a cool breeze caresses me. The earth smell of soil and every scent of dirt fills my lungs as I take a deep breath in – I can not get enough of this smell. I keep on taking deep breathes until I have thoroughly fulfilled my gratification. I feel the earth’s scent pull away any negativity that had been plastered into my body and soul. I feel the earth’s energy fill me with positivity and good feelings.

The feeling of disbelief and betrayal hung tale in the air, suffocating me to the point that my mind pleaded me to forget everything. It may just be a silly misunderstanding, I can’t believe I’m creating this into such an issue. Kevin must’ve gotten the same hat from somewhere. Duh! I rolled my eyes. But a part of me knew I was just trying to convince myself that it wasn’t true when in reality I know it’s the bitter truth. The hat, that’s one of a kind. It’s a leather hat made from a unique material I can’t really depict, but I know it’s his hat by the way it smells. I know it’s weird, but it gives off this familiar smell that I can’t ever forget. “Aiv.” I heard him whisper from behind me. A

I start to hyperventilate again as my breathing starts to come out with short gasps. “Breath Hailey, please breathe my Angel. Do not think of what could have happened. I got you. You are safe.” His voice was in a soft but demanding tone as he tries to calm me down. Very slowly I listen to the voice, it is as if it talks to my soul. Making me start to calm down.

My heart tightened as a dense ache spread through my chest. In our second year together, Lindsey and I had watched "Buddy's Last Journey" at home. It was a classic tearjerker. I had gotten emotional, and my eyes reddened as I reached for a tissue. She had shoved me away in disgust. "Sorry, I'm a germaphobe. Please clean that up yourself." She went straight to the bathroom and scrubbed herself repeatedly, as if she had touched something toxic. A quiet, bitter laugh escaped me. Even a germaphobe like her could make exceptions.

Then she heard the sound of the toilet door opening to look at him with enthusiasm and anticipation, waiting for the one who would appear behind him, and here she was for a few seconds until Levi saw his aura, which she misses so badly. She felt her heartbeat accelerate and intensely when she saw him.. her heart was almost exploding from its place.. so the other raised his head when he felt her presence to look at her stagnate while inside him he feels that his soul has returned to him again.. he misses her greatly.. her features and her smile.. he can see the longing In her eyes..he wanted to hug her and hug her tightly to him..but what she said was never easy for him While the other one di

Don't waste your time on me. The evening breeze brushed across her face, lifting her long hair into the air. That soft, flowing hair framed her already fair skin, making her look even more flawless, like a precious pearl glowing under moonlight. Paul felt a rush in his chest, like something loud and wild was trying to break free. He let out a soft chuckle, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Thank you," he said. The sudden thank-you caught Nova off guard. She looked at him, puzzled, as he explained seriously, "Thank you for saying you don't fall easily, not that you'll never fall again."

Love is like a wind that flows in its direction with its own speed. Nobody can capture it in their hands. It’s a feeling that not only brings happiness but hurtful stances too. When two hearts are bound to be together no matter what others do or plan evil things it won’t affect their bliss. Love nourished and cherished in pure heart only.

I claw at my throat when the whip snaps again. Strong arms wrap around me and pull me flush against a large, strong chest. “Hey. It's okay. It's not happening. We're home. We're safe. Breathe, love. Breathe. That's it. Good boy. Take another breath. That's it. Breathe, baby boy.” Walker says softly, coaxing me to breathe, slowly pulling me back to reality. I squeeze my eyes closed, gripping his sides with shaking fingers. My chest slowly rises as I take in one lungful of air after another.

"Christina, guess what? I'm pregnant. I'm going to be a mom. And the father is your husband. "He's been taking care of me non-stop these past few days. He carries me everywhere, even feeds me himself. Oh, and the doctor said it's safe to make out at three months. He was so excited, he couldn't stop. We tried dozens of positions that night. I was exhausted, but it felt amazing. I loved it. "Oops, I might've said too much. You're not mad, are you? Don't blame Lucien. After all, his baby is more important than your fever, right?"

As our lips separated, Ethan's breath was weighty with want. "Elah," he murmured, his voice imposing, "I need you. I need to make this night extraordinary." I stared into his eyes, my own loaded up with a combination of yearning and vulnerability. The draw between us was certain, and at that time, opposing the urge that lay before us was inevitable. Ethan's lips followed down my neck, his kisses sending rushes of chills through my body. I groaned softly, my purpose debilitating with each delicate touch. His fingers fondled my breast softly while I was lost in his love.