Steal Her Breath Novels & Stories

Perhaps you’d like me to taste you again? Her breath catches in her throat as she blushes profusely. N-No, you pervert! From the strong, sweet scent of her arousal hanging in the air, I know it’s taking all her willpower to turn it down as she storms out of the room. *Flashback ends*

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.

“I agree, Bro.” “I love you both, but I can’t breathe.” Is mumbled from between us. Reed and I pull away from Heather, turning her onto her back so we can look down at her. “What did you just say?” I ask watching her face carefully. “I said I couldn’t breathe.” She says, not meeting our eyes. “No, the first part,” Reed says, tapping her chin.

She was here to make him pay. And she was going to start by tearing down everything he had built. With a slow exhale, she picked up her phone and dialed a number she never thought she’d call. "Mr. Claude," she said when he answered. "Let's talk."

Doesn't take a single breath. All she does is bleed. She just bleeds.

Kalen "No!" Lyla thrashes like netted prey. "Not again! Not again!" Her terror is a live wire against my skin. I cage her gently between my arms and legs, mindful of her nails, absorbing the blows until her screams die to whimpers. "Breathe, hellwolf." My palm settles over her racing heart. She stills, sucking in a deep breath and holding it so long I fear she’ll pass out. Then she whispers, “Kalen.”

"Not here." "Where then?" She shook him off, her voice rising, carrying now, drawing eyes from across the room. "Where do I get to say what she is? What she's done? She stole you, she stole my place, she stole my…" "I stole nothing from you," I said. My voice was steady. I was surprised by how steady. "You threatened suicide. You demanded him. You performed on a rooftop while the world watched, and I was the price you paid for the show."

"It was James who told me to prank her! I was merely obeying his orders! I didn't know she had asthma! How could I, when she never told me about it? Besides, I just cut off her oxygen for a few seconds. Is it my fault that she had a weak body?" The interrogator pinned her with a chilly look. "Marissa Payton, how do you explain the bailout cylinder in your bag?" Marissa paused briefly, then burst into even louder sobs. "I just picked it up! I saw it on the cave floor, so I thought I would help Nat pick it up! I just forgot to return it to her! I didn't mean to! I swear!" There was no denying she was a great actor. If I had been alive, I might have really been fooled by her act.

Blake huffed, running his thumbs along her cheeks. His body temperature was high, making her breathing erratic. She felt restless, looking at him with a shaky and alluring gaze, which made his breathing grow heavy. "Mr. B..." Her eyes glazed over. "Hmm?" Blake touched her earlobe. The heat from his fingertips felt like it could melt her. "I... I'm going to take a shower..." She made up an excuse to escape. "Wait." Blake's hands clasped her slim waist. His voice was husky.

“That’s right, get reading.” I watched as she read the books, taking in all the information as she read. She looked like she was a nerd, a beautiful nerd. She reminded me of Belle and I was the Beast. She had a wrinkle in the middle of her forehead, creasing as she focused on the words she was reading. She was perfect, the perfect girl for me. everything I could ever want in my Queen. *present* I screamed out in pain as pain shot through my body, losing all connections with Skylar. She had left the city.