Comforting God Hugging Woman Novels & Stories

My body instinctively moves closer to the woman in search of comfort. Her long arms wrap around my shoulders in a gentle hug and pulls me in close to her embrace. “You have a long road ahead of you as you search for who you are.” Her fingers move up to move through my hair in a similar manner that she used on the bird. “No matter what happens, always remember that you are loved.”

My hands gripped her arms as I pulled her into my chest and hugged her tightly. Soon, a sound of an approaching car erupted in the air, and she pulled away from my chest. "Please don’t tell anyone." "It’s Amber. She brought my car here." "I don’t want Amber to judge me." "Amber will never judge you. You know that." Little footsteps were approaching, and Amber’s scent reached me. "Oh, Goddess!" She exclaimed from behind me before she kneeled on the ground beside Amara, and the two of them hugged each other, with Amara resting her head against Amber’s chest as she whispered comforting words to Amara.

She dropped the menu she was holding, her face lighting up with a genuine warmth that felt like a shock to my system after forty-eight hours of isolation. "Oh my God, look at you!" she cried, rushing over and pulling me into a fierce, suffocating hug. She smelt like rosemary and comfort. When she pulled back, she kept her hands on my shoulders, scanning my face with a practised, maternal eye. "You are glowing, Eden. I mean it—absolutely glowing."

While comforting him, she patted his back with her hands. "I have heard that if someone's mood is not good, just hug and comfort them. Their mood will be fine in the right way." Now she lightly pats her hand on his head while caressing his hair. Aaron is taken aback by her actions; no one has ever hugged him without his permission, and he does not understand what to do; he is neither hugging nor pushing her away from him. He just feels her touch, presence, and fragrance! But when his wife's face appears in front of his eyes, Aaron pushes her back away from him.

His heart skipped a beat once the woman’s warm embrace engulfed him. When he felt the woman’s soft touch, the fear in his heart completely dispersed in an instant. He didn't hesitate to hug her back and even planted a kiss on her cheek. Bethany felt a strange warmness in her heart once she felt the soft, gentle kiss on her cheeks. “What about me? You can't sideline me; I want some hugs too!” Jenna joined in on the hug. Jordan couldn't stop smiling all the way through. His mother had never made him feel special to date, yet a woman he met for the first time made him feel so surreal.

Emmitt immediately put down his wrung shirt and turned to say something. At this moment, the woman walked in and suddenly rushed towards him unsteadily. If Emmitt tried to dodge, she would definitely run into something. With her staggering appearance, she would definitely fall down if he didn't hug her. Emmitt didn't have any other reactions, he only reached out his hands instinctively and hugged the woman who pounced on him. "Miss ... "You ..." Emmitt's eyes widened slightly as he touched her smooth waist. His hands were so hot that they hurriedly opened up, while the woman in his embrace curled his red lips like a hunter.

The woman who opened the door immediately engulfed Noah in a hug, "Oh my son. How happy I am to see you!" The woman told Noah and finally released him. She then turned towards me and asked me, "You might be Angela, am I right?" She said and I just nodded my head in agreement. She then suddenly engulfed me in a very tight but motherly hug. I don't know why but I had this strange urge to hug her back and so I did the same. The woman finally released me and smiled widely at me, "Oh my God! How beautiful you are!," she said looking at me and then turned towards Noah,

"Please continue with your work." But as I turned to leave, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see who it was and was surprised to see an elderly woman standing there. She didn't say anything, but instead wrapped her arms around me in a warm, motherly hug. For a moment, I was taken aback. I couldn't remember the last time someone had hugged me like that. It was a gesture of kindness and comfort that I had been longing for, without even realizing it. As she held me close, I could feel my anger slowly dissipating, replaced by a sense of calm and peace.

I just felt he gave me a coat to cover my naked body then he hugged me again tightly. "I'm so sorry Angela if I'm late... I'm so sorry..." The man beside me was now crying. I felt someone hold my hand and then stare at my face. There was another one. A woman. Who is she? "I'm so sorry my best friend if we got late... We are here now... We are already here..." She uttered in assurance. When she got no response from me, she broke into tears. "Clark..." The woman called the one who's hugging me in the name of Clark.

She say clasping her hand. "Now, let's start with a massage." She say. A what now? "Ladies! Sit right in front of your husband." She orders. The ladies in the room did as she says. Maria isn't making a move. I look at her. "Come on sweetie. Don't be shy" the woman say making look up at her. She is talking to Maria. I hear Maria sigh as she moves closer and sit in front of me. "Now lean on your men, ladies" the woman say. Slowly Maria lean on me and her striking scent of vanilla hit my nose. Is it safe to say that it makes me feel like hugging her tightly and never let go?