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.

I say releasing his hands, He made way to the kitchen, and I followed behind him, with the plate, and mug in my hands. Getting to the kitchen, we dropped the plates on the sink, Morris switched on the tap, he wanted to rinse the plate, I wouldn’t let him do that, not while I’m here, I offered to help, holding his hands to stop him from going further.

“So how do we get back to him? Tell him we’re interested in what he has to say, did he leave a phone number?” “Hold on a sec.” He got up and went in search of the letter, read through it, “yes, just one.” Aine sent up a prayer for guidance and blew out a breath, “Alright. Let’s give him a call.” She had chosen not to say a word, but Bryan had left the call on loudspeaker so she could hear all that was being said. His voice hadn’t really changed and it took her to a time and place that she had truly forgotten once ever truly existed.

Hayley groaned and released him immediately, holding onto her seat. “Why do you bring him up all the time?” Ashton immediately missed her soft touch and reached out to grab her hand back to wrap it around himself. “Hold me,” he barked, but she shook her head. “No.” “Okay, I’m sorry. Now hold me,” he pleaded, and she again wrapped an arm around him. “With both hands.” If he weren’t riding Fang, he would have done it already instead of pleading with her. “We’ve reached already. Drop me here, Ashton.” Ashton looked around the secluded street and shook his head.

The word that belonged to what I had always been was said in a formal proceeding in the city that had put a different word in its place for twenty-two years. I heard it. I heard it the way you hear something you had known was coming and had prepared for and still received differently than you expected—not louder, but more real. More solid. The way certain things became solid when they stopped being only yours and became part of a record that other people could read. I kept my hands flat. I breathed in. I breathed out. Under the table, my fingers pressed against the edge of the notebook. I thought, "Mira Voss wrote Hold It." I thought, "I held it." I thought, "It is on the record now." No one

And I let him hold me. *** Next chapter coming up!

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

However, fate was cruel enough to snatch him away before I could even meet him. Through tears, I cradled my belly and whispered, “Baby, if we get to meet again, I hope you’re born into a family filled with love and happiness…” My breathing slowed, and my blood seemed to stop flowing. Then, suddenly, the basement door creaked open. A beam of light cut across my blood-streaked face. The man who entered froze at the sight of me lying in a pool of red. With the last of my strength, I reached toward him and whispered, “Help me…”

He holds the book loosely, still looking at me as he walks back up to the counter and my pulse stutters as my heart squeeze at his words. “Shit! You really are crazy! That’s not how that works.”I say in a pitiful tone as a faint smile touches his lips. “You’d be surprised.”He says and I inhale slowly trying steadying myself and my patience as I stretch out my hand as I reach for the book he’s holding. Or at least I try to. He doesn’t hand it over right away. Instead, he just stands there, holding it loosely, still looking at me like he’s studying something I can’t see in myself.

Zharn's mother smiled from the other side of the table next to her husband and first child. "Indeed." His father curtly replied. "Thank you." I gave my brightest rehearsed smile, hoping it looked as good as it did in my dresser's mirror. I sat down, placing my purse on my lap, and Zharn sat next to me. "Before I forget, I got you something." "You can't have anything I like except for your ginger hair." She replied coolly. "What about a book by Jamilla Coover, the final book of this Break Me series?" I raised up the black and purple popular mystery thriller novel.