Hold Me Book Novels & Stories

“A few things, I can’t believe how far back this book goes. You have your entire history laid out right here in front of you. I don’t even know my mother’s name” I stood up and took the book from her hands and placed it back on the shelf. I held out my hands for her and lifted her up out of the chair. “What?” she groaned. I pulled her in to my chest and held her, wrapping my arms around her and resting my head on hers. “What’s this for?” she mumbled, “Nothing, I just wanted to hold you” “Oh” she breathed, “This is nice”. I held her there for a while slowly rocking back and forth. After a few minutes Zee looked up at me,

Like something sacred had been sealed within its pages. She didn’t flip through it. Didn’t scan the dedication or reread the chapters. She just held it. A real, bound version of her pain and her power. Her truth. Owen arrived that evening to find her curled on the couch, the book clutched to her chest like something delicate and holy. “You ready?” he asked softly, crouching beside her. Sophia looked at him, her eyes a little misty, but not from sadness. From stillness.

Book WHY is he modeling that underwear anyway? And why does it somehow affect me? The bound branches of wood almost fell directly at his feet when he saw me, specifically at the object I was holding in my hand. "Sh*t! Why do you have that book with you? Are you reading that, Miranda?" My eyes darted to the book I was holding. I was kneeling in front of the center table where I had arranged the books. I froze and remained rooted in place when I read the title of the book in my hand.

“Let me leave you to enjoy your brooding state while I go get the fun in need. So, see you some other day?” “If I still exist, yes,” I tell her, and she smiles at me before she starts to exit the room. When she reaches the door, I was expecting her to walk right through it again but she turns around to look at me. “Lest I forget,” she says and takes her right hand from the back. She then holds it out for me to see a book in it. “I wanted to give you this,” When I look closely at the display of the book, I could instantly tell that it was the book I was after in this place — the Archived Holders.

I wasn’t looking so bad after all, he made me more embarrassed that day and I won’t forgive. I placed my hand on my wet hair shaking my head profusely to get the thoughts of Robin out of my mind. Think about Hinn Carlos or something else, Ivana! I growled at myself and crash-landed on my bed. I was still murmuring something about my empty stomach when I heard my phone rang, I looked at the caller ID with smiles on my face and answered the call. “Hello, Hinn.” “Hey, Can you step outside for a bit?” Hinn said from the other side of the line and I sat up on the bed, surprised. If he meant to step out that means he is outside the mansion.

Dear Readers, Before you begin Matt and Holly’s story, please know that Hold Me Close was previously published under the title Adore Me Ardently. This second edition has been lightly edited and changed to better fit the overall feel of the rest of my catalogue. All my best, Iris

“Here.” When I saw what he was holding, my eyes widened, chills ran down my spine, and my heart thumped rapidly. “H-How did—” “I broke into your house. Your immediate family—” “Never uttered a word about those devils. They are not members of my family,” I interjected, my gaze fixed on the small book he was holding. I was about to pry it free when he shifted his hand away, causing me to frown and piercing my eyes into his.

Hold on to me. I hold on. I hold on to him as the only certainty in this chaos. I clench my fingers on his forearm, so hard I feel the muscles contract under my grip. He doesn't flinch. He wipes the sweat streaming from my temples with a cool cloth Élise hands him. He murmurs, disjointed words, memories, promises, a litany of encouragement and love. His deep voice mingles with the reassuring voices of the midwives, who accompany me, soothe me, bring me back to my body.

In anger, I slumped to the floor, just very close to where the books were. " You're here again aren't you?" I swiped at one of the books angrily. I twirled the first one in between my fingers, its edges brushing against the skin on my palm. To be quite frank, holding the book up close made we want to open it. Find out whatever secrets it was hiding. Or more specifically, whatever secrets Noah's mother was hiding. If the initials had led me to this even after thrashing once associated with it, then maybe, just maybe it was actually relevant in all of this.