Steal Her Breath Novels & Stories

She said, with a little smug which she had from the first. Honey. The word is so relatable with her voice which is bold yet soft and sweet yet salty. I didn't give up on my attitude so I stepped towards her. This time, she let her hands fall down her thighs as she stepped back. I kept stepping forward until she hit the nearest wall. “Don't you think so, dear? Then let me show you who I am and where you are.” I gripped her neck tightly, making her almost choke to death. She struggled to speak and make noise but she tried to remove my hands on her neck and push me away. My tall and strong body would never give her a chance to push me away so easily. Because I'm not easy.

Love can hit you when you least expect it. It could be a soft easy wind that caresses you and gets stronger over time till it absorbs into your body and heart. Other times it can hit you like a gale-force wind and take every breath you will ever have, and breathe life into the person who took it in the first place. Laken stole my breath. She was my gale-force wind, and I will gladly give her every breath I have just to keep her safe, alive, and mine. If I have to live without her then I don’t want my breath. I don’t want anything but her. I will go to hell and back to get her from the grips of death.

I am not going to forget it till my last breath. When I opened my eyes, her beauty caught my breath away, and my heart skipped a beat. Her face turned into a bright shade of red, and her lips looked more kissable than ever in this deep shade of pink, which made it hard for me to stop myself from kissing the hell out of her. I was in a daze looking at her like this when a tear slipped from her eye, which scared me. Her eyes are still closed while she is not breathing anymore... {maybe we seriously caught her breath away} ...

"And then, I will have access to everything." "Good girl," he praises me. "See that you don't disappoint me." Hanging up the phone, I take several deep breaths before I am stable enough to stand. His message is quite clear--Steal the heart of Atlas Steele before the New Year or watch my sister die.

I love how her breath catches, sharp and unguarded, like I’ve stolen the air right out of her lungs without asking permission. The music kept swelling around us but it might as well be static, all I hear is the soft hitch in her throat every time my thumb traced the dip of her spine. She’s fighting to keep her face neutral, lips pressed tight, yet her body keeps betraying her with tiny shivers that ripple under my palm.

She moaned as her senses started overpowering with the trepidation of desires taking control uncontrollably! Being sandwiched between the soft mattress and his hard body, Stella managed to get a hold of the sheets spread on the bed and twisted them under her grip. She was out of breath, her lungs pained due to the lack of oxygen. She needed some air as her eyes had started to turn dizzy. She tapped his shoulder with one of her hands asking for a break. He understood and gladly pulled back, "Just a few minutes and you are already out of breath?" he expressed his disappointment.

“ It's okay. It's going to be fine. Take deep breaths and release all of that negative energy.” “ Inhale.” she did so with him, “ Exhale.” and they released their breath. “ How does that feel? Better, I guess?” “ Yes, but that doesn't bring back a hundred million dollars that was stolen. And the ironic thing is she's definitely going to deny.”

Her wet hair stuck to her skin, a deep frown etched between her brows. Then her eyes fluttered open. She didn't try to catch her breath. She only stared at me, her eyes wide. “Are you trying to kill yourself?” I snapped, my jaw tightening as I held her against me, my breathing heavy. She blinked at me. “I can hold my breath.” I stared at her. She continued. “I know how to hold my breath underwater.” A scoff left my mouth. Water dripped from her hair and slid down her face. Her body remained pressed against mine, her hands resting between us.

she asks to whisper as she bit her lower lip with her teary eyes and a closed fist. Looking at the scene with the bright smiles, comfort, and delight her twin is pouring unto the Maiden. Her thoughts are flying unto both hate and curses as a whispering voice is echoing at the back of her mind, as it says. “Can’t you see? ‘She’ stole the only person you only have into this world. ‘She’ who has everything and you who has nothing.” “Stop!” screaming, as she covers her ears with her hands and takes the thoughts away by shaking her head.

​She wears a tailored white suit that screams quiet luxury. ​She is holding a long black garment bag in one hand. ​She smiles at me like we are just two normal people getting ready for a party. ​It is the same practiced, loving expression she always uses when other people are watching. ​Except Damien isn't here right now. ​I know the horrifying truth hiding behind her perfect teeth. ​The realization makes my stomach churn. ​She stole me. ​She fed me toxic herbs for years just to keep my true nature dormant. ​"Good morning, sweetheart," she says, stepping further into the room.