Take My Breath Away Novels & Stories

"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."

I can feel the tension building between us, and every nerve in my body is on edge. And then, just like that, he walks away. I realise that I've been holding my breath, and it comes out in ragged gasps as if I'm breathing through shattered ribs. I pause to compose myself, my heart racing with anticipation and desire, and try to steady my breathing before continuing with my shower.

I whispered to T-Jay, he nodded, smiling as he gently let go of my waist. "Will I see you later?" He asked, but I couldn't even wait to give him my reply before jumping down from the stage, and into the crowd. I didn't wait for Noah; I pushed through the crowd, my breath escaping me. I had always heard phrases like "they took my breath away," but I never thought I'd experience it literally. My chest tightened, as if I was having a chronic heart attack, my breathing labored, and breathing was becoming difficult that I had to breath through my parted lips.

My voice came out in a soft whisper. He looked up at me. He removed his glasses, giving me a clear view of his eyes. His gaze radiated around my face and I mirrored him. Silence filled the air, which seemed too thick to break down. I was lost, and he seemed very much found in my eyes. He stood up and towered my body; my gaze followed his movements. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence that only seemed thick to me. He walked around the table and stood beside me. I raised my head to look at him; his cold stare bore into my soul, making me glup.

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 paused slightly and softly thanked her. A stranger with no blood relation knew to prioritize my health in an instant. Yet those men who constantly claimed they would protect me with their lives could watch idly as I nearly suffocated from an asthma attack. Roman was still urging me over the phone. "Elena, are you even listening?" "I'm listening." "Then give me the address." "There's no need." His breathing grew heavy. "I'm your boyfriend. How is it not needed?" I stopped walking. Rows of palm trees stood tall outside the terminal, and the distant coastline loomed in the night rain.

Anthony peeked out from behind her, looking smug. I collapsed onto the floor, finally snapping back to my senses. Looking at my sister's blazing eyes, mine turned red. "Sis, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad." I struggled to my feet, enduring the unbearable itch crawling across my skin, and began putting every rubber figurine back where it belonged. In the end, my throat was so swollen I could barely breathe, and my face turned a sickly blue before I collapsed onto the ground again. Yessenia watched me gasp for air while still trying to clean up. She seemed a little taken aback.

Sean's voice quietly broke the silence, and I turned to him laughing, trying to steady my breathing. "I agree." I do. I feel amazing right now, admiring his body. I notice a tattoo, a small footprint wrapped in a blanket. I would love to know what it means, but right now isn't the right time for personal questions. Lying here, my breathing begins to return to normal. Replaying what just happened in my mind, it was unexpected yet amazing.

There’s something regal about her, something that makes it impossible to look away. As she reaches the bottom step, I realize I’m holding my breath. My heart pounds with pride and something deeper—an awe that I can’t quite put into words. The rest of the pack members in the foyer exchange glances, equally captivated. Tonight feels different, more significant somehow. Amara glances up, meeting my eyes for a fleeting moment, and I know she feels it too.

REVA Standing motionless, I watched Levi walk away, his broad shoulders blending into the crowd. My chest tightened, only then realizing I had been holding my breath, and the burst of air left me shakily when I finally exhaled. My heart raced as if I had just run a marathon, and I needed air, too, as the intensity of the moment clung to my skin. But I didn’t want to follow him because I had seen it in his eyes that I wasn’t the only one who got lost in the moment.