Always Hold Onto Smallville Novels & Stories

Just hold on for me, okay? The bond flickers with his emotions—determination, fear, something deeper that he doesn’t have time to voice. I bite down on my lip, my hands tightening into fists. I can’t afford to be weak right now. Not when I know, with every fiber of my being, that time is running out. Caleb's voice rings out through my mind, his words firm yet desperate. *Aurora, just hold on a little longer. I swear, I’ll be there. Just don’t give up—*

Reaching for the glove compartment, I pulled out my stash of cigarettes and a lighter. I had just enough time to light it and take a soothing drag before the light changed. As soon as I began moving again, I called Horace back. “El patrόn wants business as usual at Wanderland. Liliana and Isabella are to stay—” “I will not move them.” “You have my authority to bring in extra security at Wanderland, tell them there’s a VIP guest coming. No more information on the streets.” “Sí, Teniente.”

It was only a matter of time before they would be together, fully, completely. What truly gave Vincent hope, however, was something he had noticed earlier that hadn’t escaped his attention—the eternity ring Isla wore around her neck. His gaze softened as he remembered seeing it, tucked under the neckline of her shirt, where it had remained all these years. The sight of it had stirred something deep inside him, a feeling of familiarity and warmth that he hadn’t realized he’d missed so much. That ring had always been a symbol of their love, their commitment to each other, no matter the circumstances. Six years had passed since they’d last shared a life together, but the ring remained, a silent

He said, locking his eyes on mine. “I love you too.” I broke down and went into his arms. His arms wrapped around me tightly before he pulled away slightly. He heaved a sigh of relief as he took the vial far away from me without any reaction from me. He knew my mind had changed. And I wouldn't kill myself anymore. “I will have to hold on to this okay?” He asked, searching my eyes. I nodded in agreement. A small smile appeared on his lips briefly. “Do you still have more in your possession?”

as he planning to step forward a hand suddenly holds his hand "kid-o I can feel your animosity when Becky arrives, if you have any grudge to her you should swallow it. No one can go against them here..." the man that holds him is Tina's father but his body is trembling from anger and can't control it anymore the man quickly holds tighter and convince him. "please don't waste your life" as he plans to shake off the hold, he suddenly stopped by the face of the man. His sincerity is true, he don't want to let go of him

SOMA I didn’t protect Jade the first time, but I won’t fail again. Tristan leans close, his forehead almost touching mine. I reach into my pocket and extract my phone, holding it like it’s a weapon. I might have no power over them, but someone else does.

I said in my normal voice, lifting the hand he was holding on to. He looked at our interlocked hand but didn’t let go. “You have small hands.” Ocatious said, tightening his hold. “It’s because I’m small compared to you and you have large hands.” I said looking up at him. He still hasn’t let go and I wasn’t going to. I wouldn’t mind standing here like this the whole day. Didn't look like he was planning on letting go any time soon either. “Pappa let go of miss Sophia.” Little one said, pulling on his fathers hand, trying to break us apart.

I whispered in his ear and held him tighter. He was real. He was solid and warm and real and he smelled like someone else's washing powder and underneath it, still, somehow, still him. I held on. My shoulder screamed. I didn't care. I held on tighter. He pulled back slightly and looked at my face with serious eyes — that focused, searching look, like he was reading something. His small hand came up and pressed flat against my jaw. "Superhero," he said. Quietly. Certain. My heart broken.

The bench. "Tomorrow," he said. "I need tonight." "I know," she said. "I'll call him in the morning," he said. "Ask him to come." "All right." She put her hand on his. He turned his and held it the way he had been holding things lately, not tightly, not as if they might be taken, just with the steady warmth of someone who had learned, finally, what it was to hold something without bracing for the loss of it. "He didn't do it deliberately," Lucian said again.

"Now you need to hold it." My breath caught. "Hold it how?" I asked. "By not letting anything else take your place." The words felt simple. Too simple. The cold voice returned immediately. "You’re not strong enough to hold it alone." My chest tightened. Nick’s voice came low and steady. "You don’t have to be alone," he said. I glanced at him. Just for a second. And that second mattered. Because for the first time since this started, something felt clear. "I’m not alone," I said.