Waking Up With A Heavy Chest Novels & Stories

The light in the kitchen now seemed faint and distant soon enough everywhere became dark and cold. I felt a heaviness in my chest which was probably from the cold on the floor, but it was the pain in my eyes that woke me up, I thought I was dead but the pain in my chest and at the back of my head proved otherwise. I groaned as I got up from the floor, fortunately for me I don’t think I broke anything, but I felt so much tightness in my chest. It was about 5:40 A.M. in the morning, I dragged myself upstairs to my room, I could feel blood in my mouth, I need to wash up and prepare for school.

Alaric The room is dark when I jolt awake, my heart hammering so hard it shakes my chest. My hands clutch at the sheets, damp with sweat, twisted around my legs like I’ve been fighting in my sleep. For a second I can’t breathe, can’t place myself, until the faint orange glow of dying embers pulls me back into the chamber. The air is thick, warm, too heavy to swallow. My lungs drag against it anyway.

I tried to crawl to her but I was weak, my chest and lungs burned with a fervor. My eyes watered, a mixture of tears and water streaming down my face, I couldn't bear to stare at Nina’s motionless body. It was over, a sharp ache went through me at the thought of Mackenzie, how could I… my consciousness wavered before the world went black. I suddenly woke up with a start, my chest heaving with quick story breaths. Pain. That was what tore through me, leaving me breathless. My chest and lungs felt like it was tearing apart with every breath I took, my lungs felt raw.

Vivienne I woke up gasping like I had been dragged out of water with no air left in my lungs, my chest rising and falling too fast, too hard, sweat clinging to my skin like a second layer I couldn’t peel off. The room was dark but not quiet, because my heartbeat was loud enough to fill it, pounding in my ears like a war drum that refused to slow down no matter how much I tried to breathe through it. For a few seconds, I didn’t move, didn’t think, didn’t even blink properly, I just lay there staring at nothing while the dream still clung to me like something real.

I woke up with the weight of Malakai’s arm draped over my waist, a heavy, protective anchor that felt both like a dream and a haunting. For a heartbeat, I allowed myself to keep my eyes closed, breathing in the smell of him—real, solid, and alive. But the silence of the lodge was too perfect. It was the kind of silence that usually preceded a storm.

Then I opened the door and left. *** I woke up the next morning with my head feeling heavy. My breath was hot, my chest tight every time I inhaled. My throat felt dry and raw. A cough tore out of me immediately. Deep and Burning. Damn it. I reached for my phone on the nightstand. Almost nine a.m. I was usually already at the office. My thumb moved slowly as I typed a message to Darren. I’m not coming in today. Postpone everything non-urgent. I set the phone down and closed my eyes. My breathing was heavy, heat rising from my chest to my throat.

The creature's hand reached out, its claws extended, aiming straight for my chest. I tried to dodge, but it was too late. A searing pain exploded through my chest, and I— I woke up, gasping, my heart racing like a wild animal. My chest heaved, my lungs burning as if I'd been running for my life, because indeed, I had. For a moment, I lay there, disoriented, unsure of where I was or what had happened. But as my gaze fell on the familiar ceiling, the comforting surroundings of Chase's bedroom, and his scent, reality flooded back.

Pain. It’s the first thing I register. A deep, unbearable ache spreading through my chest like a wildfire, threatening to consume me whole. My body feels heavy, like I’ve been buried under a mountain of lead. I blink against the sterile white light seeping through the room, the same damn room I woke up in before. The walls are bare, cold. There’s only one window, high and narrow, letting in a faint sliver of daylight. Across from me, the two-way mirror stands like a silent observer.

My groin pulses slowly with intensity even though all the cum is out My breathing slows down and I look down. Absolute fucking carnage all over my chest. Fuck. I breathe out heavily. A warm fuzzy feeling starts from my heart slowing down and it goes into my head. I feel happy. I feel better. I feel lighter. I feel.... The next morning I wake up with a huge headache. "Oh shit" I say rubbing my head. My cum had dried and is now crusty on my chest and abs. "What the fuck" I get up despite my head pounding and head back into the shower.

Rex Pov... My head was spinning as I woke up with a heavy chest and a terrible headache. It's like something is puncturing my head, pressing harder to get rid of the pain while my chest throbs in pain, unable to breathe properly. I want to scream and cry to get rid of the pain in my chest. Can this pain go away? It's tiring. I groaned, sitting on my bed. Knitting my eyebrows confused opening my eyes looking around. Checking if I am in my own home. Who came in and cleaned my room? Why does it look like a bachelor is living here? Who rearranged my house without my permission?