Always Hold Onto Smallville Novels & Stories

This is not fragile this is not temporary this is something we chose something we are still choosing and that makes it stronger than anything we had before I tighten my hold on his hand just slightly and he responds without looking his grip steady and warm. Holding on not out of fear but because we finally understand what it means to have something worth keeping.

"I'm not going anywhere. Hold on." The network's hold broke. Not gently—the way the holds in the sub-basement had broken, with a stutter and a dissolution and a quality of finality. The coldness withdrew, the pressure lifted, and Seren slumped forward in the chair, her breath coming in gasps, her hands reaching for Clara's. Clara caught her. Held her. Anchored her to the present moment the only way she knew how—with her arms, with her presence, with the simple fact of being there.

Vivian murmured softly. ​She didn't pull away from his tight, heavy hold. Instead, she turned her body completely within the circle of his single functional arm, her front pressing flat against his ballistic nylon webbings. She raised her left hand, her small, cool fingers wrapping firmly around his scarred jawline, her touch acting as an absolute, unyielding anchor that forced his fierce, manic gaze to drop down to hers.

Not only was it injurious for his health but because he had to take care of a special someone from now on. As the thought of that special somone crossed his mind he slowly rolled the ringbox in his palm under the blanket. He had been holding onto that little thing all this time; he didn't wish to let go of it ever again, not only the ring but also the person whom he was going to gift it to.

I really struggle to get out the words and that wasn't my plan for this story. So for now (and until who knows when), Pretty Little Fears will be on an indefinite hold. I apologize once again and thank you for following this story up to this point. I can't thank y'all enough! CJ 💚

"God, please save Matty, save my love. Take everything from me, but just allow Matty to live, please... please..... I will be better!! I will even forgive my parents..... just allow Matty to live... I will give anything.... please." Her prayers were interrupted by her boyfriend's surgeon. He told her in an unattached manner, " Sorry, Ms Von, we could not save Mr Clement... despite our best efforts, he had lost too much blood by the time he was brought here." She started crying and bawling like a child, with one hand, she clasped the ring box so tightly that it made her knuckles pink, the other hand she brought to her mouth to stop her bawling and screaming. The doctor gave her a hug and then

"I know. I know what that paper says. But Lila... do you think a year was enough? Do you think I could ever just let you walk away after everything we’ve been through?" He turned her around then, his eyes searching hers with a desperate, honest fire. He cupped her face in his large hands, his fingers tangling in her hair. "I’m not holding you because of a debt anymore. I’m holding you because I don't know how to breathe without you. Stay. Not because of a contract, and not because of the Vance name. Stay because you’re the only thing that makes me feel human."

I looked up at him and nodded once. “We hold. No matter what comes, we hold on.” He gave me a smirk that was all loyalty and mischief. “Damn right we do.”

Vera as they pulled from their spot and turned onto the main road. "Aww, shucks…" Dillon reached his hand out and turned him by his jaw to look at him gently. There was a small smile on his lips and immense love in his gaze. That made him lose it even more, but Dillon hugged him close and talked him through it. "I know how you feel… I feel the same way. But remember what I always say- this isn't forever. Someday we'll be able to live our own lives together. One day, right? So we gotta fight through the 'now' to get to the 'then'. Chin up, yea? Hang onto Holy Blossom when we get back too. It'll remind you that yer not alone, even if yer the only one in the room. Use it to cut those demons awa

I said. He took the small piece of metal. He looked at it like it was a diamond. He found a spot on the railing, clicking the shackle shut. He didn’t throw the key into the river (which was the tradition). instead, he put the key in his pocket. “You’re supposed to throw it,” I told him. “No,” he said firmly. “I’m keeping it.” “Why?” “Because,” he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me against the wind. “If anyone is going to unlock this, it’s going to be me. But I never will.”