Take My Breath Away Novels & Stories

My breath caught in my throat as I took in his rugged features and the way his eyes sparkled with anticipation. The car came to a halt, and I stepped out, my legs feeling weak beneath me. My mate, my other half, was just a few steps away. I couldn't contain the overwhelming emotions that surged within me, threatening to spill over. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.

My blue eyes aren’t helping either, too bright, too noticeable. I open a drawer and pull out a small black bottle. Not cologne. Pheromones. Alpha pheromones. I spray it liberally on the chest, neck, and wrists. Then raise my arm to my nose and inhale. Strong. Sharp. Synthetic. But effective. Satisfied, I tuck the bottle into my pocket and head out.

The ground pulled harder. My body dropped suddenly. My breath caught. “Wait—!” Darkness closed in. I tried to scream— But it swallowed the sound. And just like that— Everything went black.

I press my back against the door and shut my eyes, taking in several deep breaths. What the fuck is happening to me? All of these feelings are new and strange and it’s terrifying. How can one man make me speechless and breathless by just looking at me? Not to mention I like the way he looks at me, and I’m willing to do anything to have his undivided attention on me. I want him to always look at me like that, like I’m the best thing he’s ever laid his eyes on and if he looks away he’s going to stop existing.

I can't count three breaths because someone is behind me. One. Two. Three. I can't take the fourth breath because he does it for me. He breathes directly over my neck. "Breathe." He hums and I huff sharply. The glass trembling in my grip, the water inside following suit and my hands unable to do anything about it. I'm clenching the object, but it feels like rubber. My brain must be on low power functioning because I do something silly. I turn forward. One. Two. He takes two drags to get his eyes from my face down to my toes. Red PJs.

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.

Walking out of the hall, I looked at the clear blue sky. I took a deep inhale, my lungs having been free from respiratory flare-ups for some time now. My world was completely cleansed of damp car seats and tacky, cheap perfume. It held only my crisp, sophisticated scent. The feeling was pure bliss.

CARTER My breath catches in my throat. Caught in her gaze like this, I suddenly cannot move a muscle. Even my lungs have refused to expand to let air in. I stand there, still as a fucking statue and wait for her to say something. To relieve me of this fucking torture so that I can go back to functioning like a normal human being. But she just blinks and turns onto her other side, facing away from me. The breath I’ve been holding leaves my nostrils harshly.

I took one last glance at myself before taking a deep breath. “Showtime.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

The moment their eyes met, time stood still. By the time Ivan was standing in front of her, Emma had remained motionless. She blinked once. At this moment, a resounding sound suddenly came!!! Boom! Followed by that sound is a series of loud noises that take turns coming out! Emma was startled for a moment, suddenly seeing her eyes darken… Boom! Boom! Boom!