Hold Me Book Novels & Stories

At that point, the tragic webnovel written by the AI had officially come to an end. Yes. In truth, I didn’t really understand what that eerie countdown and voice had ultimately rewarded me with. There was no earth-shattering transformation or gained superpowers, and I wasn’t transported to some alternate universe. It was just that, when I finally regained consciousness and woke up, my entire “story” was printed word-for-word in the novel I was currently holding in my hands. My name is Eva York, and I share the same name as the tragic female protagonist of the novel. I had simply been curious about how useful AI tools were these days, so I had asked it to generate a novel with my name.

I ask. Nothing. My throat tightens as my nostrils tingle. I sniffle softly, trying to hold back the tears that I knew would escape me someday. I trace my hand back up along the bed and rest in under the pillow his head rest upon. My hand hits something hard. It felt like a corner. I lift my body up, resting on my elbow. I wrap my fingers around it and pull it out. It's a black book. It's his poetry book. He retrieved it. I splutter and let out a whimper. I press the book hard into my chest, I wanted it to be absorbed into me. My tears rolled and crept down my face and landed between the pages beneath and on my chest.

But it was all in vain as I still cannot get out of these ropes. “Have you searched her?” the female voice asked, turning to look at all the other five people she was with in this room. One nodded and that person stepped forward, handing an envelope with a torn side. My eyes widened at the recognition of it, as well as the smell: fruity and flowery at the same time. “MHJGSHFAFLSAFA!” I tried to speak and scream through the gag but all it did was make me sound like a growling nonsense. They all looked at me and laughed at my futile attempt. That is when I also noticed that one of them was holding a book---- a familiar book--- the one with a dark cover of leather, with embossed letter both on

You’re here because I allow it. I don’t say it. I don’t have to. I hold her until my grip loosens. Then I lay her back down. I stand. The new book stays on the nightstand and I leave.

One day when she was reading a book a read a paragraph from she wanted me to read I in the world will do that for anyone, but as I say she has this hold on me that if she asks me to burn this world, I will without giving it a second. The lines that I read were some erotic ones from some billionaire love story which said, " That you will hold me as hope." And so try that line was, this woman when is in my arms, I never want to let her go, I want her to keep bandage into my arms, glues to my soul. I don't care if she is not that missing piece of some fucking puzzle people talk about, I don't. If anything I will burn the whole puzzle making her the only piece that will be a complete picture.

She said as she began pulling away slowly. His hold on her tightened possessively. "Don't, please don't". He said, his voice hoarse. And she didn't.

I got up and retrieved my book from the floor and dusted it off before I sat back down at my desk. I cracked the book back open to the last few pages. I only had thirty more pages to finish, and then I’d be able to plot my route around campus. I knew Hannah would be gone longer than ten minutes, too. Which meant I had plenty of time to get this done. But as I read, I kept focusing on my jeans. The ones I had fallen asleep in. I kept focusing on my mismatched socks and the long-sleeved shirt I had on. What’

She said in the text. I took a deep breath after reading it. I don't know if our plan works but I will do my best to act like I am willing to sleep with her. I can make her sleep with the pills I brought. I have champagne here. We can have a drink first before we started it like the hell I will go to do it. I hop off from my car and drag my feet to the old building. I was one meter away from my car when I saw Cassandra, a guy the same height as mine holding Austin. I guess he was her husband. I calm myself and act brave.

As for me, no one will accept and love me because of my life experiences. When I got out of National Bookstore I was just walking around stupidly, I kept reading in my mind, so I shook violently to get rid of it. I just stopped in front of a jewelry store and went inside. I just smiled at the necklaces I saw, I looked at the necklace that Lucas gave me. To this day I still keep it. "Hi ma'am, good afternoon, do you want anything?" I looked at the saleslady as she spoke, so I shook my head and smiled at her.

Yet he couldn't seem to ask any of those questions. After ending the call, he picked up the book he was reading, ' I am Mighty Me', and continued flipping through the pages. He was one of the first batches to have preordered the book, and he finally got his hands on it. He glanced through the book, his eyes scanning across each page, as if the gentle, delicate words on the page could allow him to interact with her inner world. There was even her own signature scribbled on the title page of the book. He chuckled when he came to the part about 'Hilden Adams'.