One Last Breath Novel Novels & Stories

Atlas reached out with a numb hand and clicked the radio off. The silence that followed was absolute, terrifying, and profound. The last fragile thread of hope that had sustained us through the nightmare of the Keep snapped in an instant. No armies were coming to save us. There was no safe territory waiting over the mountains. The entire world was burning, devoured by the same grotesque horror that had taken Sia, Timmy, and Marcus. Vanya sank onto a wooden stool, burying her face in her hands as silent, hopeless tears spilled through her eyes. Kenny stared at the black radio with wide, hollow eyes, his shoulders slumping under the weight of total despair.

On the seventh day, she took her last breath in his arms, smiling. Alina sighed softly as she stared at the cover. The only difference between her and the girl in the story was that the heroine had found true love, a man who would hold her until her last breath. Alina, on the other hand, only had a boyfriend to complete her wish list before her own last day came.

One more— Breath.

It was cruel. “Samil…” I whined softly, yearning to see him even one last time. Suddenly, I heard something collapsing. Perhaps it was a piece of the wall. I vaguely saw a light, much brighter than fire. Then I saw a dark shape, a silhouette. It was getting closer. I took another breath, pulling the hot toxins into my lungs and realized that this was it… my last breath.

She couldn't call anyone at the moment,she didn't want to trouble anyone in the first place,she knew her time is near after all. It's all over now,she give her last breath. T.B.C

“Then just die now,“ he hissed through clenched teeth. “And I’ll still have it all.” My lungs screamed for air. Panic rushed through my veins as I clawed at his arm, but his grip only tightened. Darkness swirled at the edges of my vision. My body grew heavier, weaker. Slowly I was losing my breath, I couldn’t feel myself anymore. I tried and tried to pull him back, but the more I tried, the more I lost myself. I felt my last breath leaving me. “Lucas…please,” I gasped, my voice shredding as the last of my breath slipped away. And then__

Then Liam returned carrying drinks. The moment ended. But Emma never forgot it. The following months passed quickly. Life felt perfect. Too perfect. The kind of happiness that only exists before everything falls apart. One afternoon Emma visited Liam unexpectedly. She entered his apartment using the spare key he had given her. "Liam?" No answer. She walked inside. The apartment was empty. But Noah was there. Sitting alone on the balcony. Reading a book. He looked up as she approached. "You're early." "Where's Liam?"

Breaking free of the police officers' hold, he threw himself toward the gurney where my corpse lay and tried to stuff the mouthpiece on the cylinder through my tightly shut lips. "Take a breath… Please, just take a breath… April Fools' Day is over… I won't play a prank on you ever again… Please just open your eyes, even if it's to curse at me…" Nevertheless, my corpse lay there quietly, stiff and cold. Rigor mortis had caused my lips to pull up slightly, making it look like I was smiling, like I was mocking him. My spirit floated above him as I gazed down at everything happening. I watched as he hugged my body and bawled like a baby, watched as his tears splashed against my swollen face.

And at last, I relaxed in the icy, unending chasm. The subsequent breath, my last prayer, was like a faint, frail whisper in the wind. I felt my chest rise and fall again, but not enough this time. As the last of my body struggled to survive, Daniil’s voice cried out my name. In a cruel turn of events, however, my last breath was taken from me, not by the wound or the bullet, but by the heartbreaking knowledge that the struggle for survival was far from over. And I was losing the one thing I had battled for. Is Neomi going to live, or has the darkness taken her for good?

After a few minutes, I couldn’t breathe at all. My eyelids grew heavy, the world around me blurred, and my legs gave out beneath me. The last thing I felt was Nikolai’s arms catching me just before I hit the ground, and the last thing I prayed for was my baby’s safety before the darkness consumed me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Guys, I have recently published a book on K!ndle. It is free for KU users. Title ~ Hate to love you: A Fake Marriae and Second chance romance by Shikha Gupta. Message me on !nst@, if you can't find it. !nst@ ID - dayyyyydreamerrr