The Last Breath Book Novels & Stories

Nevaeh puts her shoulder under my arm, trying not to hurt me further and begins to usher me to the exit. We stumble through an empty hallway. It’s an arduous task because I can barely hold myself up. My strength is gone. At some point, Nevaeh is dragging and carrying me. The sound of a door opening and the heated feel of daylight against my skin is the last thing I hear or feel before I breathe my last breath and die.

Looking into her eyes while she took her last breath scared him but missing her last gaze scared him the most so with much difficulty, he raised his head to see her face. Her eyes were partially closed now but she had a sad smile on her face. And then– it was over as she hiccuped before letting out a loud sigh. Her last breath. Blake let out a loud wail, literally seeing life sneaking out of her body. ***Wheezing****

Brayden let out another shaky and raspy breath. “It…will….b…be…ok…L..Little…One..” He shakily said out loud. I felt my tears become hot and heavy as I felt his breathing slowing down. He gave me a pained smile as blood trickled from his slightly parted lips. The silver was keeping him from healing and I wondered why no one else was coming. I broke down into sobs and I felt him take his last breath and his hand fell away from mine to the floor.

Regret—because even in my final moments, I was not enough. My last breath hitched in my chest. The bond mark seared, pulsing one final time before dimming like a dying star. Darkness closed in. The last thing I saw was Lyra’s smile, small and secret, as my world fell into silence. I don’t know how much time passed. There was no time. Only nothingness. And then— A breath tore into my lungs, sharp and painful, like surfacing from drowning. My eyes snapped open, blinded by unfamiliar light.

It was cruel. “Samil…” I whined softly, yearning to see him even one last time. Suddenly, I heard something collapsing. Perhaps it was a piece of the wall. I vaguely saw a light, much brighter than fire. Then I saw a dark shape, a silhouette. It was getting closer. I took another breath, pulling the hot toxins into my lungs and realized that this was it… my last breath.

I said quietly, "but the sins you committed… You still have to pay for them. You think being given a second life means you can erase the past? The world doesn't work like that." Jim was waiting for me by the door. Without looking back, I took his hand and walked away. Garrett could spend the rest of his miserable life in the stench of decay and endless nightmares…till his last breath.

That I’d loved him until my last breath. But all that remained was silence. And he—my husband, my mafia prince, the man who once swore to protect me—was left kneeling over a corpse, too late.

Even my name, Paige Quinn, felt like I was destined to repay a debt with my life. If I could choose, I would rather have never been born into this world. That way, no one else would have to suffer. I went to my room, a small, dark space in the attic. It was pitch black, with no light except for a stub of a candle. “Today, Marcus burned me with a cigarette. I don’t hate him, but I saw the disgust in his eyes, and it terrified me.”

This was all Adam and I had managed to do with all our strength. Casper was indeed drawn over and walked to the door as if he was being guided by something else, just in time to hear Sydney say to her daughter. "And the last time I made you frame that witch, I clearly told you to fall harder! But in the end, all you had was a minor fracture!

His body collapsed weakly forward, his forehead coming to rest gently against the outer rim of the coffin. His vision began to fracture and fade, yet his eyes remained stubbornly half-open, staring fixedly at my face. “Iris... I... love you…” He forced out those final words with agonizing difficulty, and slowly closed his eyes forever. Dead silence returned once more to the church, save for a single beam of sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows, scattering mottled patterns of light across the coffin and Kaelen’s corpse. He believed that death would mark the beginning of our reunion.