Silent Breath Steam Novels & Stories

The atmosphere in Mr. Sterne's room is very tense. The sky outside the window was blackened, as if depressed by the rage inside the mansion. Lilyana, a model renowned for her beauty and charm, sat with her face downcast before her father, Mr. Sterne, the most successful and respected businessman in the New York. "Lilyana Aaralyn Sterne!" Lilyana closed her eyes as she heard Mr. Sterne's voice booming throughout the room, even more so when her father said her name in full. This time, she had really angered Mr. Sterne.

Steam climbed the walls like ivy. Noa’s head fell back. His breath trembled, caught, stuttered. “I” he started. “Don’t speak,” Damien whispered, and the words sank like teeth. Then everything blurred lips, hands, teeth, breath. Too much heat. Not enough air. Wet. Heavy. Endless. Moans turned to whimpers. Whimpers turned to broken gasps. His thighs shook. His fingers curled. The glass behind him fogged with the sound of his name.

Her mind wandered back to her worries, but Siera’s next words brought her back. “Imagine each breath is a wave washing over you, clearing away tension, clearing your thoughts.” As they continued breathing deeply, Siera described the serene environment around them, weaving a vivid picture of tranquility that enveloped Kamila’s senses. “Picture the cool breeze as it whispers through the leaves, carrying away your worries. Feel the warmth of the sun, gentle and soothing, melting away the tightness in your shoulders.” Kamila felt her body responding, her shoulders slackening, her forehead smoothing. The cacophony of her thoughts began to recede, replaced by an awareness of the present moment, of

Steam was just beginning to seep out from underneath it. My target was the large, low armchair near the window, strategically placed facing the bathroom door. I moved quickly, silently, settling myself into its deep embrace. The fabric was cool against my skin. I arranged myself carefully, ensuring the soft light from the window fell just so. Then, I waited. The steam thickened, curling into the room like ghostly fingers. The scent of his expensive sandalwood soap mingled with the cedar. My skin felt hypersensitive, every nerve ending alight. The pounding of my heart was deafening in my own ears. Would he be furious? Would he send me away? Or… The water shut off abruptly. Silence descended,

Calm after the chaos. Soft breathing. Quiet resolve. And in the distance, the first hint of dawn beginning to bleed into the horizon — fragile, pale, inevitable. ---

The "Eraser Wave" was not a wall of water or fire, but a wall of absolute silence that moved through the vacuum at a fraction of the speed of light. As it approached Aethelgard, the vibrant azure sky began to bleed into a dull, necrotic grey, and the liquid quartz oceans beneath us started to simmer with a frantic, jagged energy. I stood at the primary resonance console of the First Mother’s Breath, my Tempered Heart drumming a steady sixty beats per minute, a rhythm I had to maintain as the universal metronome for the entire planet.

“You understand what it means to be out here. The rest of us... we forget.” I didn’t know how to respond to that. In the distance, branches cracked—a sharp, sudden sound. Tavien clenched his fist: a signal. We all froze. In that moment, everything felt crystal clear. No past. No future. Only the now. Maybe that was necessary too—a moment stripped of meaning. No blame. No explanations. Just breath. And one step forward. Tavien watched me. The silence broke again, this time by Lira’s voice.

Nissa froze. She instinctively moved to pick up the pieces, but before she could reach them, Benjamin grabbed her by the collar and slammed her against the wall. Her petite frame was completely overpowered, like a sparrow caught in the jaws of a wolf. She had no strength to resist. Tears welled in her eyes as she whimpered, pleading silently, her lips mouthing desperate sounds. But Benjamin showed no mercy. He leaned in close, his voice low and full of menace, whispering against her ear, "Want to know for yourself what it feels like to be scalded with hot water?"

Hot tears blinded my vision, as they flowed non stop, for minutes or hours, I couldn't count but when tears couldn't come out anymore, I decided to drag my tired body up and wash myself. I headed straight to the bathroom, and within seconds, hot steam filled with the whole room. I let myself sink into the warm water, letting the hot steam do it to work by flooding all my pores and tense muscles. I had added the herb that Daphne had kept for me for this very moment, according to her it sooth the mind and calms the soul, and without realising it, i sank deeper, allowing the herb to do it work by sipping into my bones and clearing of my head of every impure thoughts that kept on running inside

I see the wall and the floor shaking and everything seems to be blur. Agatha started pulling my head inside the left bucket filed with water. The cold freezing water wake me up back to the painful reality. I'm shaking my head from left to right and been trying to lift it up but Agatha's hand is too strong holding on to the back of my head. I can't breathe and I feel like dying as water started to fill my lungs and throat.