And I Keep Holding On Novels & Stories

One of his hands presses gently against the back of my head, as if he’s trying to keep me from falling apart completely. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. But it isn’t. And we both know it. Still, I cling to him, tightening my grip just a little more. I cannot lose him now. Not when he’s the only thing I have left to hold onto.

Mom’s coming. With everything. With everyone. With unstoppable determination. Just hold on. Please.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The evening dawns on me, As for life, it laughs at me, I try not to see but am hopeless. "But I am alright, Since the pain is from you," I would hold it in my heart, As the last thing you left behind." "Your thoughts keep coming back to my head, I try to stop them but it's useless, You still live in my head, like a beautiful dream, Yet, to disappear from my world." "I wish you could see, what you mean to me, I wish you could see the world through my eyes. I wish you knew how painful it is to live without you,

“I think I am pretty booked for today and most of tomorrow, though. I can squeeze this thing in, though.” “Really booked doing what exactly?” she asked as she looked at him. “You if I play my cards right.” He said with a chuckle as he looked at her again. He saw the robe opening a bit, and he smiled at her. “Max, be serious.” She said as she looked at him. “Sweetheart, Bailey, I am being completely serious. Everything about last night and this morning is serious. I don’t see why we should stop or change this. Can you?” He asked.

I shouted, trying to remain strong in the binds that held me back, hoping that he didn’t see just how soft I had become in presence. “Oh... so you don’t want your mother to come heal you? Alright, I guess I’ll just put her back in her cell,” He said, slowly walking away from me, his red eyes flashing disappointment. “No... wait! Give me my mother!” I shouted, causing the man to turn around and look at me. “Fine, fine. But it is only because I don’t want you to die,” he said, snapping his fingers at the two men outside of my cell, "I need my Queen in-tact."

I know I need to have faith, but that is something that has become hard to believe in. I know if I stop having faith, then my heart will be covered in a frozen white glaze. It feels like I am hanging by a thread to life, and if I let go, I would not survive. But I know that we are meant to be together, and that keeps reminding me to hold on. You are the love of my life. And you are my wife. And I know we will meet again. I just need to hold on a little longer. My heart tells me that you are close, and as long as you are still on this continent, then there is hope.

She tried not to faint… “But I have to warn you that my intentions don’t involve letting you kiss me goodnight at the door.” Regina’s heart thudded. If only this could be real. If only this could remain like this forever... But she hid her hopes and grasped this opportunity with both hands. Because the truth was… she could have now, and all the other memories they created, to keep her through the lonely days ahead. “I think I can live with that,” she said, after a lingering kiss of her own. She held on to that mantra over the next few hours. Through dusty fairways, caramel apples, and threats to ride the Sidewinder. At one point, she stumbled, and Damien steadied her at her elbow. As they co

Sophie POV Today is my first day on my new school. I feel so lucky and confused at the same time. Lucky because, the owner of the University, personally called me and offered me a scholarship. And that is also the reason on why I am confused, because I haven’t passed my application letter or my documents in this University. How come she knew me and personally contacted me to offer me a scholarship to their University?

He doesn’t have the chance to explain to her what happened, the second her head hits the back of the headrest she is knocked out. Harken whistles the tune to Roxanne by The Police as he bides his time in the holding cell. He knew this ending was inevitable and just hopes Scott doesn’t take more than a day to get him out of there, hoping his main focus right now is taking care of Noel and finding out what happened to her last night.

Submission. But he won’t stop until he gets it. He promised me that I will submit to him in the end. How long can I keep holding on to my words? How much can I endure? I didn’t know, but I did know it won’t last. And I knew the second I give him the last piece I’m holding through tooth and nail to maintain and keep clean and pure among the dirtiness that he covered me with forcefully, that’s when I will really be dead inside and out.