Novel & Cerita Steal Her Breath

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.”

" Because truly, it's not like I'm missing out anything so wonderful- and what's the old saying? Nothing good happens after two am; unless you happen to be good at flip cup or poker so you would play that for hours. Not me. No, I'd much prefer to be in my pajamas with a cup of coffee, and a book, thank you very much." As she said this we both laughed so hard. I couldn't help but think isn't Amelia Garcia is a normal girl too? So, I walked her to the entrance and we stood outside the streetlight. She crossed her arms and smiled a little, looking just as if she'd come in from an evening stroll where she'd contemplated an island with books. "So, you won't tell about it to your parents, will you

After I had paid her back, Holly had tossed aside her college dreams to chase fortunes in Eastbridge City, diving headfirst into the stock market. She thought she would strike it rich with her so-called previous life's wisdom, but the stock market was no child's play. She ended up broke, swallowed her pride, and returned home by train. Our parents urged her to settle down with any bachelor in town, but Holly's spirit was too wild for that. She left, only to resurface in a grim human trafficking scandal. Anthony's army buddy recognized her cries for me and reached out. When I saw her, her eyes pleaded for rescue, but some chains were too heavy for one person to break.

Her breath trembled as our bodies touched. She wasn’t pulling away. She was trembling…but not from fear. She leaned in, and her breath hit my face..sweet and warm. Goosebumps broke across my skin. “Kiss me, Drake,” she whispered, voice tiny, breath shallow. *********************

She was strolling down the sidewalk when she saw something familiar on her right side… She automatically looked in that direction. When she saw something unpleasant, she covered her mouth and gasped. How could she?! *** "IS this your new girl?" Nathan, his buddy, grins as he notices the female beside him. The woman's hands were around his arm. As though she didn't give up her hold on Charles. It's as if she's been missing, and she has to wrap her arms around him to keep from becoming lost. Her name was... What was her name again?

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

I want her to see the mark she doesn't have. ​"Brielle," I say, my voice calm. "You’re making a scene." ​"A scene?" she shieks, a jagged, ugly laugh tearing from her throat. She lunges forward, but Thomas and the security team catch her arms, holding her back. She struggles like a wild animal. "You stole it! You stole my life, you little gutter-rat! That was supposed to be me! The title, the house, the power—it was mine!"

Only her tears and gasping sounded in the chilly night air. "Breathe." He leaned in and scooped her up into his arms. Her frame was so cold in his arms, "Breathe for me, princess." His arms encircled her back, and he squeezed tightly. He felt her take slower, deeper breaths, and finally, she was breathing normally. He smiled slightly and leaned his head against hers, her warm vanilla scent filling his nose. Something about it calmed his raging soul, calmed the war that constantly waged in his mind daily.

But gaining ground nonetheless. Then came the sound. Not a roar. Not a scream. Not even a whisper. Just a breath. Low. Velvet. Ageless. And it brought every one of us to an absolute standstill. The air creased. Bunched. And then tore. She walked through the rip like royalty unmoved by war. Robes as dark as night, hair long, obsidian, with trails of starlight behind her, eyes molten gold. Brimstone and roses scented the air behind her.