Steal Her Breath Novels & Stories

Her breath picked up, her chest rising frantically as she tried to push me away. "What do you want? " She whispered, her voice trembling. I let out a deep chuckle as I pressed my body against hers. "To take back what is rightfully mine." Her sweet screams sounded like music to my ears as I trapped her and let the shadows consume us both.

She bites her perfectly plump lips, “I hope you don’t think badly about me after this, Your Majesty, but the Stealer is my adoptive sister.” *** The stealer is a very beautiful young woman. Almost as old as my mate is, she sits on a cushioned chair unmoving, which is quite strange. She’s also very pale, and her face is expressionless. Her eyes hooded and her mouth pursed. Her emerald eyes are meek, and her dark blonde hair is tied in an elaborate hairstyle, braided and knotted. She is tall and shapely, with lush curves and strong arms. She’s dressed in a summer green dress that accents her eyes, pooling around her unmoving ankles like a waterfall.

Her shoulders drop as she tries to control her ragged breathing. “That’s it sub. Breathe in through your nose and out through your nose. Now get on your knees.” I tell her as she releases a whimper and lowers herself with my help to her knees. I caress her cheeks as she leans into my touch. Her breathing calms a little more with each breath. Now I will do to her what I wanted to do since the first moment I met her. Ruin her for anyone else.

she stutters, making the corners of my lips curl up with delight. “This is where I took my sword and drove it through the queen's chest. This spot where you stand is where her heartbeat for the last time, where she took her last, agonising breath as her blood filled her lungs, and this will be where you will take your last agonising breath if you do not summon the new queen to me.”

The front door suddenly swings open, and my words die in my throat. A woman steps inside the apartment. Blonde hair falling perfectly, a black bodycon dress that leaves nothing to the imagination, eyelashes so thick and long they could have their own zip code. And yeah, I’m a lady, but even I can’t pretend I don’t notice. She’s stunning. I blink twice. Three times actually. My carefully rehearsed confession evaporates into thin air. Rowan doesn’t even flinch. He walks to her, grinning like he’s been expecting her.

Melissa stood in front of her, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her manicured finger. “Well, well. I can’t believe you decided to show up in that outfit today,” she said, eyeing Brooke up and down with a smile obviously fake. “Brave choice.” Brooke didn’t flinch; she knew she would still make enemies and she can’t please everyone but now she couldn’t care less. She brought out a piece of gum and chewed slowly and said, “Didn’t think you’d show up in that much perfume; it seems like you’re hiding a particular stench.”

My favorite flowers. My breath stuck and my tongue felt swollen and thick. I felt hot and sweaty and I was sure she could hear my heart doing strange gymnastics inside me. "Take a deep breath and act cool, you idiot.” Shade, my snarky dragon, said with a frown. We were as opposite as day and night. "How do I breathe?” I almost forgot how I had been breathing for seventeen long years. One look at her and I was floored. She was wearing a dress that almost matched her eyes. Her long black, silky hair fell to her shoulders like mystical waterfalls.

“He's just happy to see me here.” I waited while she checked in, and when the staff led her toward the elevators with her bags, I followed them. Her suite was on a lower floor than mine and Marie’s, but it was still as large and extravagant. The moment the door closed and the staff left, I turned to face her. “What are you doing here?” Blair didn’t answer immediately, instead she slipped her hand into her dress, straight down her chest area. I stiffened instantly at that, and watched her pull out a purple colored vape, put it on her lips and inhaled slowly.

Her arms fell by her sides as she looked at him in shock. Seeing that Andre had picked her locks, she wanted to say something, but then she changed her mind. Andre, however, walked until he was standing in front of her. "Hi," he said. Valerie quietly observed him for a little while before putting her hand in her pocket. She took the gun, quickly pointed it at him, and cocked it as she said, "You have ten seconds to get lost before I do the world a favor and pull the trigger." Andre smiled, "I'm going to leave, Val, but only on one condition; return my stolen heart."

“Touch a hair on her head and…” “Please, let’s leave the threats. I’ll respect you a little less if you started our relationship with empty threats.” I rolled my eyes. “Oh and Sartorre’s money seems to have accumulated some interest while it was in your care. A twenty-five million dollar interest to be exact.” My eyes went comically wide and I was sure my mouth had dropped to the floor. I spluttered. “That's more than twice what we took!” “Would you rather you end up as shark food then? Because I’d truly be sad to deprive the world of your beauty.”