Silent Breath Steam Novels & Stories

Alex grimaced. Bellamy studied the bracelet in more detail, he eyed the vial of blood. It was almost like it was alive, moving within itself, swirling around in a hypnotic pattern. He shook his head as he tried to force his self out of the trance, Thea’s warm hand clasped in his was the only thing keeping him grounded. She leant over, gently placing her lips against the crook of his neck, a shiver passed over him as her breath tickled down his neck.

My heart is beating so fast. Unconsciously I touched my lip. When I realized what I just did, I just bit my lip before I stood up again. I shook. This is not possible. I hurriedly went up to my room. I rebooted my V.R game then went to bed. This is it. I have to forget some things around me first. I closed my eyes first and took a deep breath. Counted ten seconds inside my mind then blew the air. Now, everything is fine. You just have to have the right pulse before entering. It will be glitchy just in case.

he whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine. "Wha- " I was cut off. "Royal vampires can read minds," he said confidently, "don't worry I think you're pretty sexy too." I scoffed, walking past him, not wanting to talk to him. “Hey I was not done talking to you.” He yelled from behind me, running to catch up with me. “Listen vampire, I have pepper spray in my bag, I also box, so I suggest you leave me alone before I use it on you,” I lied about both of them, I couldn’t fight and I was stupid to walk around without pepper spray.

I demand in a soft tone. Her eyes focus on my face, and she blinks rapidly to come back to the here and now. Her eyes roam over my face before she sucks in a deep breath as if she hadn’t been breathing till I brought her back out of whatever headspace she had been in. “Breathe, baby. Breathe and calm down. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” I breathe out. “Blake,” she whispers in a broken voice. I pull her into my arms and hold her tight. She fists my shirt in her hands and leans her forehead against my chest.

For a long, agonizing moment, the only sound was the wet, ragged gasping of Silas’s breath…Then, Mira closed her eyes. A soft, low hum began to vibrate through the floorboards, then suddenly, a brilliant blue light erupted from her palms. It wasn't the soft green light of Socha’s healing, and it also wasn't destructive. It was a cool, blue liquid that seemed to flow directly into Silas’s skin, tracing the intricate lines of his nerves like glowing ink.

Morning arrived quietly. Sunlight slipped through the curtains. Nate woke first. For several seconds, he didn't understand why he felt warm. Then he realized. Max's arms were wrapped around him. Somehow, during the night, they had moved closer. Nate's back was against Max's chest. Max's breathing was slow and peaceful. Nate went completely still. He should have moved. He knew that. Instead, he lay there listening to Max breathe. And for the first time since the night before, Nate allowed himself to stop thinking about consequences.

He says and I nod still as I continue to gather my still scattered wits. “So I’m guessing you’re the owner of Sizzle and Steam right?” he asks and I nod “Just you alone? Because you mentioned a partner?” he prods and I shake my head “I own fifty percent of Sizzle and Steam. Cameron my partner owns the other fifty percent.” I explain.

Sage. The water is the first thing that makes my body unclench. Not the heat, not the lavender foam, not the soft piano playlist humming through the tiny Bluetooth speaker on the counter, just the silence. The kind of silence that feels earned. The kind that feels like I ran through hell and finally found a door to close behind me. My knees break the surface of the water as I sigh deeper into the tub. I slide my hands over my thighs, feeling the warmth loosen everything that has been wound too tight for too long.

A rich crimson, woven from satin and lace, crafted perfectly for the occasion. Just a little longer, I told myself softly, stepping toward the bathroom. Steam curled in thick swirls, greeting me like an old companion. The soothing scent of lavender mixed with eucalyptus filled the room, settling my nerves. I let the silk robe slip from my shoulders and slipped into the warm bath. I closed my eyes, trying to block out everything. But my body refused to calm. The air was off, though not exactly wrong. Too still. Like the hush before a scream erupts.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.