And Hold Me In Your Arms Novels & Stories

I gasp, trying to touch him as he holds me in his arms. “I got you, darling.” The words ring in my ears as everything becomes black.

Yet the flicker of escape still burns at the edges, fragile, a dying flame against the storm of him. When he finally pulls back, his arms wrap tighter, chest a shield, body a fortress. His voice is low, steady, certain, brushing against my lips like another vow: “I’ll hold you through this. I’ll wait. I’ll fight for us, even if you can’t right now.”

You still think that all you have to do is call my name gently, and you'll come running back to his arms like a tamed kitten. But this time, my plans are already set. I am leaving New York.

Isabella Horace opened the door, and I leapt forward. My body crashed against Em’s. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face against his chest. The sound of his beating heart and the sensation of his arms holding my body against his calmed my spiked blood pressure. “You’re alive,” I managed to say through a new shower of tears.

I wish you could hold me very tight against you and lay a kiss upon my forehead, full of comfort and affection, when you notice I am sad. Oh yes, I wish so much that you could hold me very, very tight against you, so much so that I would feel your heart against mine. Feel your arms around me. Feel your embrace telling me, "I will not let you go." I wish I were yours. Simply. Completely.

"You won't let me go, right." A smile relaxes his face as he hears me putting so much trust in his hands. "I promise I'll hold onto you. I won't let you go." Shivering in the breeze, I let him pull me towards the waves. Timidly I place a toe in. "I have an idea," he scoops me into his arms and holds me tightly to his chest. "Wrap your arms and legs around me," he insists. "I'll hold you, you hold me. If we are both holding on to each other, we can't lose one another."

Even though I can barely see him in faded darkness, I feel him snuggling closer to me. Without any second thought or hesitation, I wrap my arms around his shoulder, taking him into my embrace, notwithstanding that I can't take his giant body into my embrace. His head falls against my chest, my other plan holding onto his jaw as he snakes his arms around my waist. Tightly— as if he fears I'll go away. "Hold me! Hold me— tight", he groans while shivering, sweat covering him even though the air conditioner is on. "Yes. Yes. I got you", I tell him in a comforting tone, caressing his hair. "It's okay"

That I'm still breathing I'm hopeless now I'd climb every mountain And swim every ocean Just to be with you And fix what I've broken Oh, because I need you to see That you are the reason There goes my hands shaking And you are the reason My heart keeps bleeding And I need you now If I could turn back the clock I'd make sure the light defeated the dark I'd spend every hour, of every day Keeping you safe I'd climb every mountain And swim every ocean Just to be with you And fix what I've broken Oh, because I need you to see That you are the reason I don't wanna fight no more I don't want to hide no more I don't want to cry no more Come back I need you to hold me (You are the reason) Come a litt

"I love you." As I nudged myself into his awaiting arms, a rush of emotions cascaded over me, threatening to consume my very being. His embrace enveloped me, providing a sense of solace and security that I had long yearned for. At that moment, I surrendered to the overwhelming tide of emotions, allowing myself to be vulnerable and open to the possibilities that lay ahead. His arms held me in a tight embrace, a possessive hold that spoke volumes, reassuring me of his unwavering commitment and desire. It was a grip that conveyed a profound longing, a yearning for connection and redemption. In that embrace, I felt a surge of hope and determination, a flicker of light amidst the darkness that ha

I will hold you close, I will hold you tight, and if the thunder roars I will hide you in my broken soul, I am there for you, there for you~