Netflix Breathless Novels & Stories

And right now, I’m jealous of them. I towel off and reach for my collar—then freeze. A sting, right at the base of my neck, sharp as frostbite. I look in the mirror and the room tilts. Blue marks curl around my throat like fingers, pale and cold as frost. I touch them and gasp—they're freezing. I scrub until my skin is raw, but the five marks don't fade. They just sit there, like they're waiting for me to stop pretending. "No," I breathe, gripping the sink edge. "No, no, no."

“Arе you fuсkіng kidding me? Neon tоld me thеу wеrе from Buffаlо, or ѕоmеwhеrе uрѕtаtе. Thеrе’ѕ nо wау I would hаvе lеft hеr thеrе if I hаd knоwn. So is thіѕ whаt the suspension іѕ about? They thіnk I’m working with Neon?” “Thе vіdео dоеѕn’t help, Blake. Yоu’rе nеvеr lооkіng directly аt April Lee. In fасt, іt lооkѕ lіkе she’s trуіng tо hide hеr face. It’ѕ dеfіnіtеlу Aрrіl standing bеhіnd Nеоn. And іn a lаtеr frame, ѕhе wаlkѕ across thе ѕhоt аnd gеtѕ into a саr. Thіѕ is whу the FBI іѕ gunnіng for уоu, mаn.”

Like a signal. He doesn’t stop. She taps harder. He still doesn’t stop. Her tapping turns frantic. Desperate. Small choked noises spill out of her mouth. He slams into her harder. My breath snaps in half. Oh my God— I jerk back from the screen, a hand flying over my mouth. This isn’t lust. This isn’t even performance. It’s… brutal. She’s choking, struggling, her eyes wide and panicked—and he looks utterly calm. Focused. Not a hint of hesitation.

The girl that smelt of lavender, her shocking blue eyes and brown hair, she was the definition of perfect. -Skylar P.O.V- I woke up from my annoying alarm, I looked at the time and it was 5 am. As soon as I lifted my head my neck started to hurt, I got up and looked in the mirror to see two holes in my neck. Flashbacks from yesterday ran through my head, I had been attacked by a vampire. I walked into the bathroom doing my business and then into the shower, I washed my hair and body. As soon as I was done, I sat in the shower, letting my thoughts consume me. “Sky, you’re going to be late.” I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"So, how about you? If you get bored, I'll send you over there to sunbathe." "No problem, I'll accompany you." Cathelina Bright giggled and returned her gaze to the screen. She wanted to go, but she wasn't sure. She had done nothing wrong and had no reason to flee from them. Cathelina Bright turned her head and said to her after more than ten minutes of watching "The female heroine is on the verge of death. The man is so depressed that he never marries." "Miss Bright, when you're viewing a movie, it's best not to reveal anything," she said Cathelina Bright.

Ruben proudly accepted his passion for this unknown woman. “Yes, she has become a new sensation. And to our surprise, she is here,” The crowd went silent, knowing Breathless was here, sitting among them. Milo skimmed a glance towards Arlet, and she shook her head, warning him not to reveal her identity to anyone. The way Ruben found his association with that name would be dammed if he found out it was none other than Arlet. “Breathless,” “Breathless,” the crowd cheered for her name.

"Hey, Blaze! What are you watching?" Hearing no reply, Diva twitched her lips. When her eyes fell on the remote, she snatched it and turned on the television, blaring the sound. As she loved watching dramas, Diva selected Meteor Garden from Netflix and connected it to the television. Crossing her legs, she grabbed a cushion and curled herself in a ball.

Noreen grumbled. Lisbeth stared at Noreen, her face serious this time, and her teasing smile fading from her lips. She set down her cup of freshly brewed, fragrant black coffee and sat down next to Noreen, her own cup in hand. "Noreen, I think that Thiery Bradley is really in love with you," Lisbeth said seriously. "I just saw the look in his eyes at you and heard you tell me about him searching for you all these years, even admitting that he became impotent after a one-night stand with you. Isn't that amazing?"

She was near sobbing and breathless, when she felt his hands around her neck. She closed her eyes and prayed a silent prayer to God for a quick and painless death. Cancer hadn't killed her but death had come anyway. A second passed and another, yet nothing happened. She felt a swoosh of air blow past by and then a loud thud. She flicked one eye open and then the other. Had he decided not to kill her? Backing herself up against the wall, she watched the scene that was unfolding before her with wide eyes. "Roman."

She hates that smell. She felt that she could not breathe properly. She slowly removed the button near her neck because she thought that she was choking. Her memories from her complicated past are slowly coming back. She violently removed the sting from her skin. She wants to scream "help," but nothing comes out of her mouth. She exited the bed and slowly walked towards the door to leave the room.