Steal Her Breath Novels & Stories

Breathing became harder with every passing second. My heartbeat slowed. Slower. And slower. Then... Everything stopped. My heart ceased beating completely, and darkness swallowed my vision as my eyes fell shut. Suddenly... A violent jolt of electricity surged through my heart. I'd never experienced anything like it before. "Aria, you are going to be fine." The strange voice echoed from somewhere deep within me. "I suppressed the poison. You are going to stand up now. You are going to send her away and never accept her into your heart anymore."

“Just breathe.” “I… I can’t!” she choked out, her body trembling against mine. Her hands fisted in my shirt, desperate for an anchor. “Yes, you can,” I said, tightening my hold on her. “Focus on my touch. Follow my breathing.” Her breathing hitched, then slowly began to steady, the trembling in her hands subsided as the bond pulsed stronger. She blinked, a tear slipping down her cheek, and took a shaky breath, the color returning to her face. She placed her forehead on my chest, taking in a few more deep breaths.

She whispered just above his already bluish lips, moments before she lowered even closer, gingerly pressing her own against his. And then, the unthinkable happened. The faint sound of a sharp intake of breath suddenly cut through the deep silence, moments before her own doe eyes closed, her body lifelessly collapsing onto the cold floor into a deep slumber, causing me to freeze and remain rooted to my spot, simply staring, utterly shocked. She did it. She managed to give him the Breath of Life.

Her breath comes in ragged, broken gasps, her sweat-soaked body trembling as she hovers, caught between agony and unconsciousness. Braden cocks his head, a satisfied smirk curling his lips. "I can keep going," he taunts, watching me with glittering amusement. I bite my lip so hard I taste blood, refusing to give him the reaction he wants. He lowers her slightly, just enough that she dangles awkwardly at an unnatural angle. "Sorry, baby," he coos, stroking her blood-streaked cheek. She makes a muffled sound, barely conscious. "Your so-called mate isn’t behaving."

she squirted all over my face helplessly Her breath was ragged and unsteady "Don't black out yet sweetheart...this night is far from ending"

Like the land beneath us is drinking something we didn’t offer. The tether shifts. Not sharp. Not severed. Just… quiet. The hum that usually lives behind my ribs—constant, wrong, hers—goes still. Not dead. Not asleep. Just held. Like breath trapped behind the teeth of something that hasn’t decided if it’s hunger or mercy. I glance at her. She looks the same—shoulders squared, chin tilted—but her pupils have blown wide. Her breath catches. Her knees buckle mid-step. She doesn’t make a sound.

Today I follow. Not close enough for her to catch my scent on the wind. Close enough to hear the soft rhythm of her breathing turn ragged when she thinks she’s alone. She stops at the small clearing where the stream cuts through moss-covered rocks. Drops to one knee. Pulls a tiny vial from her inner pocket. The cork pops. She tips two drops onto her tongue, grimaces, swallows. I step out from the trees. She freezes. Her head snaps up. Eyes wide, emerald catching the first gray light. For half a second she looks like prey—heart hammering, muscles coiled to bolt. Then she forces it down. Straightens slowly. Wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

When I release the back of her hand, she leaves it but doesn’t move a muscle. “Breathe,” I say and gently brush stray strands of hair off her face. “You can fight all you want with your words, but your body will betray you every single time. It’s the way you sucked in your breath just now—” I trace my thumb over her chest bone. She’s so delicate. Oh, how easily she would break. “It’s the way your heart is pounding so hard I can see it under your skin right here.”

The way her pupils blew wide until there was almost no green left. “I— that’s not— you can’t just—” “I just did.” “That’s cheating, you know?” “Since when do I play fair?” She opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. Nothing came out. It was just only the sound of her breathing getting faster and faster like she’d just run a marathon. I leaned closer. My nose brushed hers. Her breath was warm. Sweet. Mine. “Still want to make me?” I whispered. She swallowed and I watched her throat move. Up. Down. Slowly. Like she was trying to remember how to be a person.

Thera took a deep breath in and did not breathe out again; she could not believe that he taught she was beautiful, she honestly did not see it coming When Stephan saw what she did he had to bring her back to reality because he didn’t want her to suffocate by holding her breath for too long “hey breath, please, I don’t want my mate dying on the first day of our relationship” Thera was so shocked to hear this and all she could do was mutter the word “mate” again and again, Stephan couldn’t take it anymore and said to her “hey you have got to calm down, please” on hearing him Thera took a deep breath and calmed her self down