Hands Intertwined Novels & Stories

It was clear, it's really, Alex. May larawan na magka-holding hands, halik sa pisngi, yakapan, masayang nagtatawanan at marami pang iba. Sa nakikita ko, parang matagal na ang mga itong magkakilala at malapit na malapit sa isa't isa.

sambit niya. Kita niyang kumunot noo ito at namuti ang mga kamay na nakahawak sa manibela.

Pagdating namin sa tapat ng main door, lalo kong naramdaman ang pagiging tense niya at hindi ko alam kung bakit. Sa hindi ko rin malamang dahilan, I reached for her hand and intertwined our fingers, tightening my grip slightly to let her know she wasn’t alone. I was surprised by my own action, but it felt right somehow. She seemed to appreciate it, dahil sa halip na asahan kong irapan ako gaya ng dati, tumingin lang siya sa 'kin. There was a hint of surprise in her eyes, but then she took a deep breath, and I could see a bit of relief wash over her.

We cuddles while we’re watching movies together. As the night progressed, our cuddling turned more intimate. Daniel's hands roamed gently over my body, his touch both comforting and electrifying. His fingers traced along my sides, eventually making their way to my chest. His touch was soft yet insistent, causing a mix of pleasure and sensitivity that made me moan softly.

he mutters and stands up. My lips fell open when he suddenly extended his right hand in front of me. Napatayo ako sa gulat at agad na tinanggap ang kamay niya. A shudder ran down my spine when his rough and calloused hand slightly gripped my small hand for a handshake. What the hell…This is so awkward. I literally didn’t see this coming! Me doing a secret deal with my freaking boss!? And this handshake? His touch feels rough yet gentle. “Let’s work together on this deal, Maraiah…” he whispered smoothly.

Masakit man pero hindi bilang girlfriend nito pero kahit bilang kaibigan man lang sana. Her heart ached with the comfort of that familiar touch and the sadness of what had been lost. In that moment, she found herself torn between the past and the present, between what was and what could be. His hold on her hand felt like a lifeline, a connection that she both longed for and feared.

Emman lifted his hand, fingers hovering near her cheek but he stopped himself, fist clenching slightly as he pulled back. Alexie closed her eyes briefly, steadying herself. “Don’t,” she whispered not as a rejection, but as a reminder. He nodded, breath shaky. “I won’t.” Instead, she reached out slowly, deliberately and took his hand. Not pulling him closer. Not holding him back. Just…grounding. They stood like that for a few seconds hands linked, space intact, feelings unresolved. Then Alexie let go. “Good night, Emman,” she said softly. “Good night, Alexie.”

Pero masiyado yatang mahaba ang bias niya at agad niya akong nasundan. "I'll keep calling you wife, then," and he hold my hand and entertwined his fingers to mine. He entertwined our hands, not leaving any small space of our palms. Mahigpit ang pagkakahawak niya sa kamay ko na halos mapahinto ako sa paglalakad. What the shit is happening? I've hold other boys hands before but what is this?

Patient. “Let’s go,” he murmured. But as they walked away, his fingers brushed hers—slow, intentional, asking if she’d let him hold her hand again. She didn’t pull away. This time, she intertwined her fingers with his. “Just… don’t make it a big deal,” she whispered. Rohan’s quiet laugh warmed the cold air. “No promises.”

Sumilay ang ngiti sa kanyang labi. "Let's go, your whole family is looking for you." wika niya at ngumiti sa akin. Nagdalawang-isip ako na tanggapin ang kanyang kamay ngunit hinayaan ko ang aking kamay na ilagay sa kanyang palad. The warmth of his hands made my heart beat faster. I bit my lip and watched as our hands intertwined. He quietly turned around and started walking while holding his flashlight in his left hand.