The Last Breath Book Novels & Stories

He slumped forward. His voice died in his throat as the fire crawled up his jaw. His head tilted back. His mouth opened again. The scream never came. His body spasmed violently one last time. His hands twitched, clawing at his own throat, like he could still feel it burning. Then, suddenly, his jaw fell open. A cloud of black, bitter smoke poured from his mouth. His eyes rolled back. His last breath was nothing but soot. Then, finally, he collapsed.

" He doesn't reply, watching me take my last breath. I try not to feel disappointment as black spots fill my vision and my life begins to fade. “ Asger.“ That is the last thing I hear as I breathe my last. ~P-Lia~

The pain that thumped my heart into skipping several beats only grew the more as I looked to the face of the dying girl, as even in her mother’s arm, with blood rushing out of her mouth and the pain shown so ethereal in her last drawn breaths. She let out a smirk towards my disoriented expression, void of any focus to the insistent yapping from Zayne in the background. Her soft last breaths drew as I was able to read off her dazed lips, murmuring faint words to my distant hearing, moments before guns started blazing. “At least now … she gets to know how it feels.” My heart felt like a vase that had just fallen to the floor from atop a high mountain that I placed it. Everything Zayne said to

She couldn't call anyone at the moment,she didn't want to trouble anyone in the first place,she knew her time is near after all. It's all over now,she give her last breath. T.B.C

Water rushes through my lungs, cutting off my oxygen. Looking up, I see a blurry form hover over me before it disappears. Within seconds my struggles become sluggish, and the darkness of death overwhelms me. As my life drains, I can’t help be grateful that I had Micah, Sophia, Tate, and Chelsea. I also wish that things had been different between Connor and me. On my last breath, I seize my struggles and let death take me into its arms.

Until it encompasses the sky with it's round body. As the fire slowly died out, the chilly air broke through the warmth that blanketed us. Linus was knocked out from the alcohol, and Nathan helped him back to his tent. After cleaning up with Kaitlin and Alex, we went back to our own tents to retire for the night. As I laid down and exhaustion rolled over my body, my eyes blurry from sleep watched in a daze as shadows played across my tent. My last thought that it vaguely resembled a human's figure was brushed off as a figment of my imagination and I fell into a deep sleep.

She struggled with all her might. "Princess, I'm so sorry. Please spare my life!" But Princess Jasmine was unmoved by her pleas. Instead, she tightened her grip. The maid's eyes bulged. With her last breath, she said, "Princess… the one who should be buried… is Master Stephen…" The maid had only been railing against her unfair fate as she faced death. But to everyone's surprise, these words made Princess Jasmine stop. "Explain yourself. What do you mean? Otherwise, not a single one of you will live today!"

The living room disappeared beneath a thick cloud of white smoke. Emma coughed violently. She couldn't see anything. "Noah!" "I'm here!" His voice echoed through the smoke. "Stay close to me!" Another crash shattered the silence. Someone had kicked the front door completely open. Heavy footsteps rushed into the apartment. "Find the letter!" a rough voice ordered. "Search everywhere!" Emma's heart pounded wildly. She clutched the letter tightly against her chest. "Noah!" "Emma, don't let go of my hand!"

"No thanks. I'm not fortunate enough to enjoy the kind of happiness you're offering. I'm sure your new lover and your child are waiting for you. "Mr. Webster, I'd appreciate it if you stopped appearing in front of me." The whispers and judgment from the crowd were nearly drowning him out, but he paid them no heed. All he wanted was to keep me from leaving. "Cammie..." He reached for me. The more desperate he became, the more the blood rushed to his head. His vision gradually blurred, just like the day I'd left. By the time consciousness slipped away, he was already collapsing to the ground. Even then, he was still calling my name.

Her tiny body twitched under his grip, and a faint, threadlike gasp escaped her lips. It was her final breath of life slipping away. Emily had only one breath left.