Steal Her Breath Novels & Stories

“Get on the bed.” She drew in a shaky breath as a tear rolled down her cheek and my grip lessened. I stepped away from her as she walked to the bed and climbed onto the humongous bed while biting on her bottom lip to hide the hidden sobs. Her tears, her weakness, and her defeat gave life to me. It fuels my hate to give her far worse than she could imagine. Everything that was stolen from me I would steal everything that gives her the kicks and that I promise and many more.

Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five She could do this! Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five She could do this. Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five she could do this... couldn't she? She could do this right? She could actually do something with her life, on her own, without some sort of threat weighing over her head, for no real particular reason at all.

My breath gets stuck in my throat as the most stunning female shifts and stands before me. Her chestnut coloured hair is down her back in soft waves and her body is lean and toned. Like her wolf she is a little skinny for my liking, but what catches my eyes are the scars that litter her creamy skin. What have you been through? I think as I watch the sheer disrespect on her face as she faces Dylan. “I thought you found someone?” Dylan growls at her, she looks at him with a board look on her face “They got away”

"Tabitha took a deep breath. She closed her eyes to calm herself. Her emotions were very shaken. Right now, she wanted to get angry and scream, but she knew there was no point in doing that as it would only embarrass her. She didn't even know what she was crying. Was it heart that was because Ethan was out with another girl or for the man's death? Reflexively she touched her stomach. Tabitha's tears fell down her cheeks. She started sobbing. She wept for herself and the child in her womb. She wasn't crying for Ethan. Not. That man had killed Tabitha's love in his death. Meg watched her daughter's hand move. She immediately understood, and Meg crouched in front of her daughter, who was lookin

Breathing became harder with every passing second. My heartbeat slowed. Slower. And slower. Then... Everything stopped. My heart ceased beating completely, and darkness swallowed my vision as my eyes fell shut. Suddenly... A violent jolt of electricity surged through my heart. I'd never experienced anything like it before. "Aria, you are going to be fine." The strange voice echoed from somewhere deep within me. "I suppressed the poison. You are going to stand up now. You are going to send her away and never accept her into your heart anymore."

Many times, she walked late at night like this, but nobody ever followed her. She was crossing one alley, when suddenly someone held her from behind, and before she could scream or fight, she felt something wet on her nose. She tried holding her breath, but “Take a breath, baby.” A rough voice came which did nothing, just sent shivers through her spine and unknowingly, she took the breath which she was holding. The moment she did that, her eyes shut down, and her body went limp in that person’s arms. "To be continued…"

“Just breathe.” “I… I can’t!” she choked out, her body trembling against mine. Her hands fisted in my shirt, desperate for an anchor. “Yes, you can,” I said, tightening my hold on her. “Focus on my touch. Follow my breathing.” Her breathing hitched, then slowly began to steady, the trembling in her hands subsided as the bond pulsed stronger. She blinked, a tear slipping down her cheek, and took a shaky breath, the color returning to her face. She placed her forehead on my chest, taking in a few more deep breaths.

The way her pupils blew wide until there was almost no green left. “I— that’s not— you can’t just—” “I just did.” “That’s cheating, you know?” “Since when do I play fair?” She opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. Nothing came out. It was just only the sound of her breathing getting faster and faster like she’d just run a marathon. I leaned closer. My nose brushed hers. Her breath was warm. Sweet. Mine. “Still want to make me?” I whispered. She swallowed and I watched her throat move. Up. Down. Slowly. Like she was trying to remember how to be a person.

The departed and she inhales air as if she was about to die . "I Fucking Reject!"