Hand To Hold On To Novels & Stories

I’m not sure if Brock is still on our tale, but I don’t think he can see if we are holding hands. Still, I don’t say anything, only holding on to him like a lifeline.

What is the meaning of this? I stayed silent as he watched sunset while holding me captive in his arms. I looked at his hand which is holding mine, it's literally hiding my whole palm under it. It's too strong for me, he can literally crush my bone with little pressure. But if used wisely then it might save you from anything. It's probably stupid to except safety from these hands, i can't even imagine how many lives these hands have ended. They don't even hesitate before pulling triggers. Suddenly my phone rang which I have placed aside on the sofa. I looked at him so he can let me go.

My hand stays on the fabric. I don't pull it.

Steady air left his nose before he ever so calmly said, "Get out." I shook my head, my fingers only tightened over his wrist telling him that I am not going anywhere. The muscles of his jaw worked, he tried to pull his hand out of my grip but he couldn't. I have never held into something that hard; as if I am clinging onto the last thread of hope binding us together.

Zach’s hand was so rough and the crazy thing was that they fit perfectly with mine. “What am I suppose to turn to?” Zach inquired as he tried to remove his hand and I held it back. I glared at him again. My face softens as I tightened my grip on him, “So this is why I see people hold hands, it is the nicest thing ever,” I grinned as I examined both hands been interlocked. “You have never held a person before?” Zach asked me, I didn’t even know when I had nod my head to confirm his assertion and now he demanded an explanation. “Why?”

Evelyn remembered, and inquired of Hilda in a soft voice, "to hold my hand?" "What's holding hands? Why hold hands?" "Well ...... holding hands is just that, your hand firmly with mine, is proof that we are close." "Then I want to hold hands!" "But you need to wipe your hands clean, your hands are full of demon blood. I don't like to touch anything too dirty." "...... wiped clean." "What a good boy." Evelyn and Hilda walked side by side, their hands tightly clasped together. Despite the awkwardness of their situation, there was a sense of tranquility in their small journey. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the landscape.

Holding out his hands. “Okay, Kitten, I am in front of you. Both of my hands are out with a toy in each. Reach out with one hand and pick one. Whatever I am holding in that hand, I will play with.” He keeps his hands facing palm down, so she won’t be able to feel the toy. He watches as her hand comes out, touching the top of one. She moves to the next and touches it.

Mom murmurs as she weakly tugs our hands closer, placing mine upwards. Adriana’s heart thunders as Mom places her hand on mine and I slowly wrap my fingers around it, enjoying the sparks that dance up my arm. Her hand is soft, but I can feel parts of it are slightly hardened. She’s handled weapons, her hands are proof of that.

Then who was this she was holding that wasn't her daughter, was she dreaming? She did a double check and looked down at the feet of the individual; it was very big, two times bigger than Katie's and she glanced up and then she shook herself off the individual, as she moved away, she looked at person, her heart went to her mouth. 'Oh God!' Then she shook herself hard. Pearl, what have you done? She frolicked with her fingers, wondering how she ended up holding...... She watched him smile at her, why was he smiling?

A hand gripped the fabric tightly, lingering there for a long moment. ***