He Hold My Hand Novels & Stories

Adrian reaches over and takes my hand. His grip is firm. Professional. Like a handshake. Victor stares. “You’re holding her hand like you’re closing a business deal.” “I am holding her hand.” “With the warmth of a mortgage document.” He stands to demonstrate, fingers loose, thumb brushing knuckles. Adrian watching a tutorial on hand-holding is genuinely one of the most surreal things I’ve witnessed. “Now you.” Adrian adjusts. Loosens his fingers. His thumb traces my knuckles once, experimentally.

"You and Clara are a perfect match. I'm truly happy for you." Rocco let out a low chuckle. He didn't pull back. Instead, he moved closer, his warm breath fanning across my ear. His hand slid down from my cheek, stopping at the nape of my neck. He knew my body intimately, knew that was one of my most sensitive spots. His fingertips drew slow circles, his voice low and husky. "Is that so?" "But Harper, if I recall correctly, when I was teaching you how to hold a gun, your heart was pounding louder than the gunshots."

She said, holding my hand. What?

No… I can smell medicine and hear the machine beside me and I can clearly feel his hand holding mine. Why is he here? What does he want? Why is he looking like this? And holding my hand tight and not painful. He looks like he’s afraid to let it go. His hands were softly holding mine like he’s holding a fragile object. It’s like he’s holding something precious that he doesn’t want to let go.

and what can I say. life has forced us to grow up so fast.. He got up and offered me his hand.. "Take my hand princess.." I contemplated ,looking between him and his hand..and he once more gave his signature smile "When I hold on to someone...I just don't let go".. he said and I smiled back..maybe I can have friends,I gave him my hand and he pulled me up.. "let us go mia cara" he said still holding on to my hand. I wore a puzzled look..when he saw I was not moving he turned to me

“You know what I mean.” “I do.” He doesn’t move back. “And I’m still here.” I turn toward the door. His hand catches mine. Not my wrist. Not my arm. My hand. His fingers close around my fingers and he holds not tight, not pulling, just holding and the contact sends the bond up my arm like fire through a fuse. I stop. I don’t turn around.

"Spring, hold my hand!" ​I laced my fingers through his, squeezing back with everything I had. The mist-blue silk of my dress whipped around our joined hands like a banner. ​"I'm here," I shouted over the scream of the tracks. "I'm right here, August! I won't let go!" ---

Caeleen pov I swallowed hard as I stared at the Vial she was holding that contained the potion. This potion was an important part of my plan and was very much needed. She stopped her crazy moves as she stretched her hands towards me, handing me the vial. “It's done,” she said as she pressed the vial into my palm.

My hold on Jazz’s hand slackens, and her hand drops. “I am fine…” “Let me help you this time, let me in.”

He holds out his hand to me and I take it, because why not? I'm going to enjoy every bit of what this night has to offer because when it's all over, I'll be going back to my prison. Dan's hand finds mine and his thumb traces soft circles on my palm as he holds me close. In that touch, I feel a sense of belonging, as if our hearts are orchestrating a symphony of their own, playing a melody that belongs solely to us.