Hold Me Book Novels & Stories

Even though I’ve never felt threatened by Ponyboy, I can’t help but be wary. I’m about to ask him to leave when I notice the object he’s holding in his hand. It’s a cell phone, but not just any cell phone─ it’s Jez’s cell phone. I recognize Jez’s pink Burn Book cover. Jez is a big fan of the movie Mean Girls.

Aiys gets up and returns to compile the book that Aiys will move. When the fourth book is in hand. Instantly, the focus of Aiys eyes was on the brown book, decorated with dried flowers and leaves. Roses and jasmine dominate, the lower right corner are roses, and the upper left corner there are jasmine flowers connected with leaves ; the bones of the leaves. Memories of the Blue City The first writing that Aiys read, the first sheet of this book. On the second sheet there is a photo of a man with a woman posing with his arms raised to head level. Two fingers, index and middle finger make up the letter V.

I close my eyes as I breathe her in, filling my lungs with her heavenly scent. I’m about to pull away when I feel her small hands on my chest, and I freeze with my lips still against her forehead. She hesitantly runs her hands up my chest to connect behind my neck, and my lungs start to burn as I realize that I had been holding my breath.

The ones that had survived every version of him and every place he'd lived. Her finger stopped on a dark green spine, the gold lettering almost entirely rubbed away. She tilted it toward her. Walt Whitman. *Leaves of Grass.* The most worn book on the shelf — the cover soft with handling, the corners rounded, the spine held together by old glue and what appeared to be sheer stubbornness. She pulled it out carefully and it fell open in her hands the way books fall open to the pages they've visited most, the paper remembering where it's been taken before.

For an instant, Evelynn thought it wore a face, pale against the darkness, but then the fog swallowed it again. Her heart hammered. The fire inside her rose sharply, almost too much, and she gasped. Aiden turned at once, his eyes searching hers. “Easy. Don’t let it control you.” “I’m trying,” she whispered, her chest burning with the effort. “It’s like it knows. It’s pulling at me.” He gripped her shoulders, his forehead pressing against hers, his voice urgent but steady. “Then hold onto me instead. Stay with me, Evelynn.”

"Why are you up? Is the thunder bothering you?" His voice was as gentle as ever, but the scratches across his chest stood out under the lamplight. "Come here. I've got you." He looked genuinely worried, as if he hadn't been cheating on me just moments before. Every time the weather turned bad, I had to trade pieces of my life to keep the world steady. After a while, thunder alone was enough to set my nerves on edge. Whenever that happened, he would hold me until I calmed down. "Why are you crying?"

"Good weird. I keep waiting for you to remember the contract and jump to the other end of the couch." Dominic's hand found her ankle, his thumb tracing small circles against her skin. "The contract's in pieces on the coffee table. And even if it wasn't, I'm done running from this." The microwave hummed to life, filling the apartment with the smell of butter and popcorn. Maxwell emerged a few minutes later with an overflowing bowl and dropped into the recliner with practised ease. "Alright, what are we watching? And before you say anything, Ericka, if you pick The Notebook again, I'm leaving."

But he’s not far from that. Although… he did tell Archer where I was at the dinner, saving me from having to find my own way home. He might have done that for Mia’s sake though. Like Steven, Beau is reading a book, but unlike Steven, what he holds is no textbook. I would recognize that outlandish cover anywhere. Chained By My Lover’s Relentless Pleasure. Gods, I thought I’d lost it. How does he have it now? Beau glances at me from the corner of his eye. “Oh. You are awake.” He lowers the book. He looks me over but doesn’t actually ask how I’m doing.

His hair was short with a little curl in it. "You got my book yet?" He asked very eagerly. His book order was late for the third time. But finally, it arrived. "Actually yes it is. It came in this morning. Let me go grab it." I walked to the storage room that I had them build in while I was renovating the place. Once I grabbed his book called The Host. I walked back in to see him aiming a gun at me. The book dropped out of my hands and I slowly put my hands up in the air.

Neo inquires, his voice filled with curiosity, as he holds the phone to his ear and glances at me with amazement. "Indeed, it appears that she is an integral part of the prophecy," she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation. As she held the book in her hands, the weight of its significance was palpable. With each turn of the page, she delved deeper into its mysterious contents, realizing the immense responsibility that lay upon her shoulders. "We must do everything within our power to safeguard her," she declared resolutely, knowing that her actions could potentially determine the fate of all humanity. With a determined click, she ended the call, ready to embar