The Last Breath Book Novels & Stories

The air inside his chest seemed to have been sucked out by him, Sweet Pea was breathing hard, her cheeks were not sure whether because of lack of oxygen or because of being kissed by him, but Sweet Pea couldn't stand it anymore. With both hands pounding on his chest, Brene Brian was clearly still unsatisfied, but fortunately he still had a bit of humanity left, letting her go, Sweet Pea was freed, hastily sniffed to In contrast, Brene Brian was beside her, her breathing was very calm, her face was not red, her heart was not beating fast, her eyes were cold.

My whole life of suffering from losing my parents and now I was going to be reunited with them. And there was no air left. Panic settled in, and in desperation, I sucked in another breath, but it was burning my lungs with a ferocity I feared. I could feel my heart beating against my chest in a desperate attempt to regain life, but it was slowing down with every second. And then awareness dawned on me. In a last attempt, I tried refilling my lungs with air, but there was none. My mind gave one last sigh, and my already weakened heart one last beat.

I need the distraction so I clear my throat and begin. “The buh… bee… beast sttt aa… ree… The beast stared into the eyes of his Goddess and cloooo … seeee duhh… closed his eyes … for the … last time,” I say, then blink rapidly. I look up at all the males staring as my lip quivers on its own. “But… wasn’t he the last one? So if they all died who wrote the book,” I ask, since it seems like the obvious question. I flip to the front where I know the name is usually found, but there’s nothing.

His breath was already fading in his chest. Instead of bright reflections, thick clouds of smoke crawled across the sky. Vic smiled bitterly, now what was already dead was burning down. City. Lost city. Blurred shadows danced before his eyes, his hearing no longer picked up distant sounds from outside, all his perception was interrupted by what was very close - it was the beating of his own heart - slow, smoothly fading .... The icy cold was almost not felt, it originated somewhere in the chest and spread throughout the body like something natural. And the last breath died on the lips.

It was as if he were imploring her to wake up, or else trying to wake something up inside her. This went on for a long time, and soon Amba's belly began to bleed, which frightened the men. Because she bled as a living person, as if there were a heart beating inside her. But I knew this could not be. I had been with Amba when she died and sat beside her body for a long time afterward, and not once, even faintly, had she drawn in a breath. I was not tempted to run to her. Not for a moment did I believe the priest had brought her back to life. Indeed, I was tempted to flee back to my mother, who surely must have been wondering where I was. Especially when a dark cloud went over the moon and a h

I could hardly breathe. "If you're trying to." Whoever was speaking stopped mid sentence as I pushed deeper before I cut left. I felt the life in me leave as I took my last breathe. Blood coated my hand as it rested on my chest. How ironic is it that I died because of a crush on the high king and a ripped book?

The water wrapped around me like a grave, heavy and merciless. My lungs screamed. My hands reached for something—anything. Nothing. The sound of my heartbeat faded. And all I could think of, in that final moment, was how stupid I had been to come. How stupid I had been to believe there was anything left for me to lose. As the last of my breath slipped from my lips and the cold settled into my bones, I felt something strange. Not pain. Not fear. Just… lightheadedness. Like the oxygen was rushing to my head in reverse.

They don’t care who you are—only whether you can survive. As I run, the bond ache flares low in my abdomen, a cruel reminder of what I can never have. What I should never risk again. Never. I don’t slow until the sounds of pursuit fade, until my lungs burn and the moon climbs higher, watching me with that same fractured gaze. I lean against a tree, pressing my forehead to the bark, breathing hard. “That was the last time,” I lie to the dark. The forest answers with silence. Then—something else.

On the seventh day, she took her last breath in his arms, smiling. Alina sighed softly as she stared at the cover. The only difference between her and the girl in the story was that the heroine had found true love, a man who would hold her until her last breath. Alina, on the other hand, only had a boyfriend to complete her wish list before her own last day came.

As for Dad, he had his usual stern expression, but his lips were also curved upwards. "Nat, it's time to go home." I took one last glance back at this world, at James still kneeling on the floor, then looked up at the clear blue skies above me. At last, I turned and walked into the light to grab my parents' hands. Everything behind me had nothing to do with me anymore. The ray of light brightened, more and more, before my body dissolved into countless tiny specks of light that dispersed in the wind. James, still on his knees at the same spot, suddenly shivered and lifted his head to stare at the sky with a lost expression.