One Last Breath Novel Novels & Stories

We had arrived just before two, had showered and were getting ready to go to bed after deciding to grab some water together and chat in the living room. Milo had shown herself to the guestroom minutes later, and after a while, I went to my bedroom then put on my favourite red silky pyjamas. -Alone at last!- I smiled, and then I flipped my tied hair over my shoulders then plopped my body on the bed. I opened my bedside drawer and removed my favourite hard covered book, it had a deep purple hardcover with brown vine-like structures in the book. The title of the book was, 'My Last Wish'.

“Please—somebody—” Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. The smoke filled her lungs, clawing at her chest until every breath felt like knives. Her body trembled violently, her strength fading with every cough. “Please…” she whispered one last time, voice cracking. Her knees buckled. She hit the floor, her cheek pressing against the cold concrete. The world dimmed around her, the crackle of fire turning distant, muffled — almost like a lullaby. And then, there was nothing.

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”

Only I can have it. Somehow, I push myself off the bed and stand. I grab his shirt and tug, trying to snatch the pad back. But Danny’s older than me and bigger. “What are you doing? Don’t touch me!” he screams, pushing me away. My hand slips and I fall. The air rushes out of my lungs. I want to scream, but nothing comes out. “Are you dying?” Danny taunts, coming close and looking down at me. I try to breathe, but I can’t.

Masked. A gun. No— BANG! The sound thundered through me. My head struck the pavement first before my body. Voices. Screams. My vision blurred. Darkness crept in from the edges, swallowing everything slowly. “Someone call an ambulance!” The words echoed. My last breath slipping out of me. --- "TO BE CONTINUED IN BOOK TWO."

Even though I couldn't see Blake, I tried to reach her and say my last goodbye, but she was intentionally blocking my mind from reaching hers, making me want to claw my head off. I want to hold her one last time, run my fingers through her hair, and take my last breath in her arms. I needed her warmth to know that it was okay. Okay, for me to let go and give in as my vision faded. When Mr. Blade's boots collided with my rip, the force turned me over, causing me to land on my back, gasping for air and desperately trying to catch my breath while my trembling fingers tried to grip the tile, slippery from my blood.

As the candles I set up went out again and again, the passion inside of me died as well. Then, my phone, which had been quiet for so long, started to ring. I picked it up. "I gave Kat the spot for this year's retreat that’s meant for a family member. If you want anything, call my assistant. And I won't be home tonight. Kat just moved into her new place, and she's having a hard time settling in..." I looked at the cake on the table that was meant for our anniversary. The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke.

My world was slowly getting blurry and darker as I slowly tried to welcome new peace. I took in a deep breath and tried to breathe more peacefully. I could feel a tear roll down my eyes and my mate’s hand wiping it away but what I wish I knew was that the breath I took was indeed my last .

Only because our son begged to go to the amusement park, my wife, Nyla Frost, a wealthy heiress, ended up in a car accident on the way there, leaving her permanently paralyzed from the waist down. To punish us, she slashed our daily allowance to a mere ten cents. For the past three years, my son and I had no choice but to survive by scavenging through trash every day, even fighting the dogs for scraps. One day, my son was so hungry that he lost all reason. He ate a few crumbs of a cookie that our family doctor had accidentally dropped on the floor. My wife flew into a rage, accusing him of having filthy, thieving hands. As punishment, she made him stand outside in the pouring rain for th

Even in my last breath, she is still the content of every beat of my heart even though she is happy with someone else. I looked at the light and smiled holding my chest because I couldn't breathe anymore. With the last drop of tears in my eyes, my heart also stopped beating. "Until we meet again my hope." I uttered the last word and my eyes closed. THE END