Take My Breath Away Novels & Stories

And then— A smirk. Not his usual arrogant, mocking smirk. Something different. I stopped mid-laugh, feeling the sudden shift in the air, my stomach tightening in a strange mix of curiosity and… anticipation. My eyes widened as I looked at him, and my breath hitched, held in place by the sheer force of the moment. Could it be possible to hold my breath this long? "Adrian..." I breathed, barely above a whisper, the sound escaping like a soft gasp, filled with awe.

She inhaled deeply, as if she had suddenly surfaced from the depths of the ocean. She gasps for breath, her hand pressed against her chest as she tries to calm herself down. My gaze lowers as I take in the sight of her damp clothing tightly enveloping the curves of her body. I feel my throat become dry at this momentary glimpse of her beauty, and before I know it my heart is pounding in my chest. The soft fabric catches the light of lamp posts outside, briefly illuminating slight droplets of condensation that cling to its edges.

Then, softer: “Aria.” The way he said my name—steady, threaded with something almost human—pulled my gaze to his. “What?” “Breathe.” I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath. The world swam; I tasted copper on my tongue. “I can’t… I can’t do this—” “Yes, you can.” He stepped closer, close enough that his scent—smoke and cedar—cut through the stench of fear. “You’re stronger than you think. Your blood proved that tonight.”

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.

-Skylar- Suddenly, the pain stopped and everything around me looked completely different. Not in the sense that I was in a new environment, the way I was seeing everything was different. It was like I had a new pair of eyes; everything was much sharper. My nose filled with the most beautiful scent, cinnamon, my nose followed the scent, landing on Aspen. I looked at him, only to see him looking at me with complete and utter shock. I tried to get out some words, wanting to ask what was wrong, but nothing came out apart from a howl. Why was I howling?

I was cut off in the middle when I noticed aunty Suzie looking behind me through my shoulder with dilated eyes. I slowly turned behind and suddenly I started feeling the lack of oxygen .I was unable to breathe properly .It was like my breathe got hitched . "Drake ......" Aunty suzie started saying something but my mind wasn't in the state of processing any of her words. I was busy admiring the breathtaking beauty descending the stairs in her red gown with her hair left down with lose curls with a flower wreath on her head and minimal makeup on her face .Can anyone be so beautiful? Can anyone be so mesmerizing that you even forget how to breath? My mind kept questioning.

And David actually exploded inside Luna's. This orgasm felt so intense, a release from the accumulated agitation he had been holding on to. This immense pleasure made David feel a little short of breath, as if he was being swept away in a vortex of unbearable passion striking him non-stop, hoarse moans escaping his lips as he sank his face deep into the side of Luna's neck. When they were over, they lay hugging each other, trying to normalize their breathing. "Wow" was all that crossed David's mind, and he didn't realize he'd said it aloud after noticing a blush creeping up Luna's neck.

INDEED BEAUTIFUL! Breathe in… Breathe out… Everything’s perfect like the fresh air I breathe! Breathe in… Breathe out… I love myself! I love everyone! I love everything around me! Breathe in… Breathe out… I’m kind, alert, enthusiastic and most of all! I am beautiful! Breathe in… Breathe out… I close my eyes. I praise and thank you Almighty Father for this wonderful day. Please guide me…

I just wish this to be one of my nightmare and soon I'll wake up. "Baby breathe" I could hear his voice but it seems too far "Wifey, look at me! Take a deep breathe" the sound of his voice was so distant and my visions got blurry, before I could even think I feel myself falling forward but I didn't touch the ground as I felt someone hold me and took me somewhere while shouting.

I find myself in front of Amelia's doorstep trying as hard as I can to cool off my heavily throbbing nerves. This is not a suicide mission, Eve. Just take a very deep deep breath. You can do this. You can absolutely do this. Oh my God. Why the hell am I find it extremely hard to breathe ? I shut my eyes and take in a deep breath. It is not that hard Eve. All you just have to do is walk in, greet Amelia and then place all your attention on that stunning son of a gun.