Steal Her Breath Novels & Stories

I hold my breath and swallow automatically because of the woman above me! "Who..." There are tiny fangs when she grins with a seductive chuckle. "Are you feelin' good, silver babe?" Her voice puffs. She's almost naked, only her compacted breasts and between legs are covered with thin fabric. The wavy hair she has surrounds my face, too. I've been lying beside this woman alone in this dark room! But the thing that took my attention to her lascivious body is the necklace she's wearing—the one that raven stole.

she teases. It happens in the blink of an eye. Whitney drops the bottle and we hear Stella coughing violently, gasping and wheezing, trying to take in a breath. "Oh my God, Stella," the fear in her voice is nothing like I've ever heard before. The rest of us look to be on the edge of a freak out, when calm as she ever is, Blaze gets up from her position on the couch, walks over, picks Stella up and walks back over to the couch we were sitting on. Stella is trying to breathe, we can all hear it, the gasp for breath is the scariest sound I've ever heard in my life. Her little throat muscles are working hard as her chest pumps up and down in small little pants, trying desperately to take in air

Anthony peeked out from behind her, looking smug. I collapsed onto the floor, finally snapping back to my senses. Looking at my sister's blazing eyes, mine turned red. "Sis, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad." I struggled to my feet, enduring the unbearable itch crawling across my skin, and began putting every rubber figurine back where it belonged. In the end, my throat was so swollen I could barely breathe, and my face turned a sickly blue before I collapsed onto the ground again. Yessenia watched me gasp for air while still trying to clean up. She seemed a little taken aback.

Well, my eyes did take advantage of her by staring at her twin peaks. "I was only trying to clean you up so you won't sleep in these dirty clothes" I spat and turned to leave but she grabbed my hand. "I'm sorry, don't go. You can help me out, I don't have any strength left in me." I swallowed hard and went back to her. Her breathing became labored as I unzipped her pants. I noticed how she kept clenching and unclenching her fist nervously on the sheets. I couldn't help but tease her"Is this the first you're getting this close to a guy?"

Now she stood at the treeline, heart pounding, staring at the faint glow of torches from the great hall. And then she felt it. The pressure in her chest surged, sharp and unbearable, stealing the air from her lungs. Her knees buckled. One hand clawed at her breastbone, as though she could pry away the invisible grip crushing her. She gasped, trembling, her breath coming in shallow, frantic pulls. “Breathe,” she whispered to herself, though every attempt felt like drowning. And then, across the distance — she felt him. A pulse. A tether. Something slamming into her spirit with the force of a storm. The air rushed back into her lungs, cold and sweet, like she’d broken the surface of a deep, da

The redness of her face was alarming. I hurried to her and knelt before cutting through the fabric. Her strangled cries muffled the sound of the cloth being ripped apart. A loud gasp parted her lips as the dress loosened its grip around her chest. Her eyes were wide as she breathed in, taking several gulps of air. “Easy there. Keep breathing, Arianna. I’m here,” I said, rubbing soothing circles on her back. The beat of my heart was in rhythm with her loud breathing. I held her and felt my shoulders relax as the redness of her face faded and her breathing regulated. I rose to my feet when she staggered to stand, almost tripping again.

She was known to be shy and a bit less eccentric than her mate. As they all stood around the microphone, Luna Celestia gave them dirty looks, but then proceeded to speak, "Tonight has been a momentous occasion and by no means is it over, but I do have an announcement," the crowd grew silent and looked upon the Luna with faint interest and expectant expressions, "This has to do with a member of BlueFeather, Ruby Rogers." my heart pounded violently in my chest as the crowd of Alphas parted to let me pass through to the microphone. It was a bit higher than I would have liked, but there was no need to complain. The Luna stood partly away from me, giving me a look I could only describe as one you

He thrust his hands into the pockets of his shorts and looked down at her as she jumped to her feet, on the far side of the sunbed, backing away and grabbing her sarong to her front. “Feisty! Well, angel,” the man continued, in that same drawl, his eyes never leaving her body, “I might not have the money Niko has, but I too can give you diamonds.” His eyes stripped her again. “And you’d be worth it, angel… Oh, definitely worth it…” The man’s voice was husky. He started to walk towards her. There was purpose in his pace. Panic got through Cheryl like a pointy knife. She dropped down, snatching up the biggest stone to hand, and, straightening, hefted it back.

I heard her breathing hitched as her heart thudded loudly. "If you see a different me tomorrow, it’s because I wanted to protect you. If you don’t see me around here, it means I didn’t want him to know how much I wanted you. And you’re free to hate me, curse me, or wish me dead. " "Aeon…" Her voice broke. "Can you just help me escape from here?" "Is that what you want?" I tilted my head to look at her. Her eyes were pooling with tears, but she was fighting them from falling.

"Lay a finger on her, and you'll wish you were never born." "Then, back off." I edged backward toward the window, gripping Rosemary tightly, every step measured and deliberate. Bradley, wary of harming her, matched my cautious retreat. Rosemary shivered in my embrace, her lips drained of color. "Bradley... Please, save me..." "Be quiet," I barked, cutting her off. Reaching the window, I nudged the lock open with my foot, letting the cool night air rush in. That was it. With a swift move, I thrust Rosemary into Bradley's arms and triggered the smoke bomb.