Novel & Cerita Take My Breath Away

Something wolf. I try not to breathe it in. I fail.

"I would prefer hatred over indifference, though." His voice grew softer, and he slowly shut his eyes. I watched him breathe his last breath before saying, "If reincarnation exists, I wish that we'll never meet again." My soul was completely transparent now. It was late at night, but a bright light suddenly appeared. I walked toward it and felt warmth, which I'd been missing for a long time. There was a mirror in the light, and I saw a scene in it. Ian stood before a statue as he chanted incantations and prayed. He closed his eyes and said sincerely, "I pray Leona can get what she wished for."

In an instant, he took her breath away. XXX

The moment the words left my mouth, a spark of surprise lit up in Jim's eyes. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, as if he had finally made it through the storm and seen the sun again. "Alright, deal. Don't you dare back out." He didn't ask a single question. As we brushed past each other, he leaned in close and murmured, "Be good and wait for me." Then he left in a hurry, excitement practically radiating from his back as he disappeared out the door.

Anything to stop inhaling him. Because every single breath I took dragged his scent into me, filling my lungs with that maddening amazingness. It was like breathing in strawberries – lush, ripe, impossible not to crave – but with the lethal promise of choking if it went down the wrong pipe. And Goddess, it was going down the wrong pipe.

Leaving me stunned, confused, and out of breath. And for some reason, deeply seen too

Alexander murmured, his voice low and infuriatingly calm. The words—gentle, unexpected, unnervingly warm—slipped past every wall I tried to hold up. They hit me like a soft blow to the chest, knocking the air out of me in a way I didn’t see coming. A shiver crawled down my spine, subtle but undeniable. My breath hitched. Just that—one uneven breath—and everything inside me snapped. And then I burst into tears.

When she had first set eyes on Nikolas, and he on her. That wonderful, unforgettable evening when he’d turned her life upside down and swept her off her feet. Her eyes shadowed suddenly. Just as… Madame Butterfly had been swept off her feet… ‘But I’m no poor, deluded Madame Butterfly! Yes, I’ve been swept off my feet by Nikolas… but where was the harm in that? Yes, it was like a fantasy come true, but what could possibly be wrong about being swept off her feet by a man as gorgeous and as wonderful as he? How could I resist the heavenly way he makes me feel when he makes love to me? The emotions and sensations that I haven’t even known it was possible to have that Nikolas brings to life every

One more— Breath.

Calculating. Yet enough to steal the breath from my lungs.