Always Hold Onto Smallville Novels & Stories

She rested her head on my chest. The world seemed to stop for a moment. Her heart beat against mine. I felt her weakness. Her fear. And somehow, even though she was trembling, I felt her trust. I held her a little tighter. “You are safe,” I whispered. She closed her eyes. “I know,” she said softly. This just a contract I whispered. --- Clark’s POV Meanwhile, in his office, Clark sat staring at the video clips on his laptop. His face was pale. His hands were shaking.

" Wait for me Lilly. I want it,I want a happy ending so wait for me till we get it." I nodded in assurance." It's till death do us part." I held on to him for as long as I could before we were ordered to break free. " Keep this with you okay? I got one for our daughter." I grazed my fingers on the matching bracelet we had. He forced a smile; he really tried, but it didn't come out right. I could see the tiny moisture that had built up in the Corner of his lashes. He was holding back because he was trying to be strong.

I cry out, trying to grab hold of him, but the small gap in the circle quickly closes, and I’m trapped inside by myself. I take two steps back when the air in the mansion lobby grows sickeningly thin and weapons are drawn from both sides of the families. Thick fingers snake around my wrist and I yelp when I find myself being pulled backwards and a large body shields me. Turning his head to look back at me, “I’ve got you, Ms. Black.” Holden states firmly before he returns his attention to the front, and I sigh with relief, seeing another familiar face. “Do you have any idea who the hazel-eyed beauty you had in your arms was?”

"That work requires their mother. It requires you." "And Kael," I said. Something moved in her expression. "He is holding the bond," she said quietly. "With everything he has. He has been holding it since the room changed." She looked at me with the warmth of someone reporting something that has moved them. "He will not let go." I thought about six weeks of him beside me. Every session. The foundation. The weight shared. The specific quality of someone who has decided to be the thing that doesn't waver and has been that thing every day without exception.

I just wanted a normal day for once after Sheldon's murder. "Well this is me." I breathed shyly as I hopped from Tristan's jeep. "You call me if you see or hear anything weird okay?" He whispered, holding my face between his large hands. I've come to realize that he liked doing that. I simply nodded with a reassuring smile then attempted to head to my house, but he held onto my hand, halting my movements. I turned to face him again to see what he wanted. Even though I was very much tired, I managed to pull a smirk.

BELLA His hand was sweaty in mine as we ran, and it was slipping away from mine. I screamed at him to hold on. To never let go. He shouldn't dare. If he did, I would kill him myself. But he reassured me that he wasn't letting go no matter what. He was going to always hold on, and that was all the reassurance I needed. It made me know it was all worth it. I was throwing my life away from him, my inheritance, and my future, so the least he could do was hold on.

His reassurance was steady, unyielding—like a fortress I could lean on. “I promise you,” he continued, his voice firm with resolve, “I will make sure everyone involved with Vivian is found and brought to justice. This isn’t over, but you can’t let them break you. You’re stronger than that.” His words steadied me, giving me something to hold onto. I took a deep breath, nodding again—this time with more conviction. I had to be strong. For Jackson. For Ella. For the justice they both deserved. Xavier pulled me into another hug. His arms wrapped around me tightly, as if he could shield me from the storm of emotions tearing through my chest. But the comfort of his embrace couldn’t stop the though

"Sweetheart, let go so I can bandage you. It won't hurt as much once it's wrapped up." When I didn't respond, she tried to pry my hand open, but even a little force made me bleed. So she gave up and called out to my father. "Captain Lewis, the boy's holding something in his right hand and won't let go. I think it might be evidence about the kidnapper, or something important from his family. Do you want to take a look?" My father's expression sharpened as if he'd suddenly realized something and started toward me. At that moment, Ezel strode in wearing a white suit, surrounded by a cordon of special ops officers. He threw himself into my father's arms, trembling like he was the real victim.

Just held me tighter, lips brushing my temple, my cheek, soft kisses pressed into my hair like he could absorb the fear through skin. “Everything’s going to be okay,” he murmured against my ear. “I’ve got you and I’ve got this…no one’s touching you….not with this..not ever.” I clung to him until the worst of the shaking stopped. When I finally pulled back, he wiped my cheeks with his thumbs, eyes soft in a way that made my chest ache even more. Then because he’s Clark, he tilted his head, a small, wicked smile tugging at his mouth.

“Then stay. Keep them safe. You don’t have to do it alone, you have me and your mum to help out.” I took a deep breath, looking down at Alice. Her small, fragile hand lay in mine, and her brief words echoed in my mind. “I won’t be leaving Seattle anytime soon,” I whispered, softly but firmly. “I promise you, Alice… I’m staying.”