Novel & Cerita Book Hugs

A hug perhaps. Wait.. what?

He didn't even look at it. Instead, he took one more step, closing the distance until I could smell the sandalwood and dark chocolate on his skin. Before I could breathe, he reached out and pulled me into a tight, crushing hug. It wasn't a hug of a stranger or a business partner. It was the hug of someone who had been holding their breath for a decade and had finally found oxygen. His arms were like iron bands around me, his face buried in the crook of my neck. I felt him shudder—a deep, visceral tremor that vibrated through my own chest.

The stillness is broken only by our panting breaths, "I love you, Isi, let us never ever do this again." Pulling Clayton into a hug, tears start flowing down both of our pained faces. His hug is not gentle this time; a gentle hug still gives me space to breathe; this hug is strong, this hug is stronger than anything I've ever known; it tells me everything that I am to him, body, mind, and soul. I love both of his hugs; the one is like a duvet that folds around my body, the other a shield that holds and protects my heart

She really didn’t want me to go, huh? I got up and opened my hands wide. She let out a small chuckle and ran into my arms. It was a technique I learnt from her years ago. She told me that hugs that involve someone running to the other are always the warmest. She claims that that is why they did that in movies almost all the time. Indeed, it was a warm embrace. One of mutual understanding. "I love you mom. University won't stop me from seeing you. I'll always be here for you. You are my number one girl. Never forget that, okay?"

A reciprocal smile graced my lips, a mirror of the emotions that had passed between us. With an unspoken understanding, we drew closer, our embrace a testament to the connection we shared. The hug enveloped us in a cocoon of comfort, a sanctuary where words became secondary to the raw emotions that pulsed between us. My hands found their way to her back, mirroring the gesture she offered, a silent exchange that spoke volumes.

"Thanks, Chaol. I feel much better." Chaol pulled away. "I'm glad I made you feel better, then." "I needed that." "The hug?" She nodded. "When people are sad, it's a common practice to console and comfort them. Hugging is a way for someone to know that there is someone who is behind her back, always there to support her." Chaol nodded. "I see." She smiled at him brightly and started keeping all the stuff inside the box. Chaol noticed the stuffed toy beside the lamp and acknowledged its presence.

The hug was like a shelter from the storm, a haven where Maya could let her guard down and simply be. "Don't worry, sis," Hazel whispered her voice a soft, soothing melody that seemed to vibrate with love and reassurance. As they hugged, the tension in Maya's body began to dissipate, her muscles relaxing into the warmth of Hazel's embrace. She felt a sense of security, of being protected from the uncertainties of the world. Hazel's arms were a refuge, a reminder that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as sisters. The hug lingered, a sweet, tender moment that spoke volumes about the bond between them. In that instant, they were more than just siblings – they w

I started to laugh too but soon Hannah joined us in the living room with a pout on her face. "There is no toy, dad, and leave Becca alone," she had her tiny hands on her hip and tried to scare me away but u just chuckled, swooping her in my arms. "I wasn't hurting Becca, baby. I was uhh... giving her a romantic hug," I prayed she would let it go at that and turned around to find Rebecca, trying so hard not to smile. "What is a romantic hug?" Oh, boy. Here we go! "It is shared between two adults who like each other but you should be old enough to give a romantic hug," I explained and she nodded, with a thoughtful look on her face.

Since he is a guy, I didn't feel worried about him much like I do for my sister. They just run to me and hug me and when I mean huge, it's not like an ordinary hug it's bone crusher hug. That's a good thing that it's only for a few seconds if not I might unconscious because I can't breathe. They love to hug me like that and I don't like that.

I replied, my heart swelling with admiration for his understanding and acceptance of my complex personality. "Can I give you a hug, too?" he asked, his voice soft and tentative "I've missed holding you" Without uttering a word, I leaned in, and he opened his arms wide, welcoming me into his embrace. His hug was different from Diana's—while hers was full of maternal warmth and comfort, his was a blend of friendship, companionship, and a hint of something more. It was a hug that stirred a different set of emotions within me, ones that I was not yet ready to openly admit to him. But for that moment, I allowed myself to lean into his embrace, to draw strength from his presence, and to acknowledg