Hold Me Close Book Novels & Stories

‘Let me hold you, Damien… Don’t push me away…’ For a moment, he ceased to move, to even breathe. Closing her eyes, she mentally sent out sympathy and peace as she’d learned to do long before her nurse’s training. Regina could only hope to somehow restore his inner equilibrium through touch, physically and mentally. Damien drew in a deep breath, easier this time, giving her hope that she might have reached him. She inched closer, aligning her body with his, focusing solely on his breath as her hands slid around him. The intimacy of their position, of this situation, softened her voice to a caress.

"Next up is Daniel and his group." Miss Close announced. Everyone had to do a presentation on Cold War. Unlike Daniel, Jenna worked independently even though she was supposed to be in his group but later she found out that working independently gave more marks. She idiotically left them last minute and rushed all the work for her presentation. She felt so dumb for not choosing to be in a group after seeing that everyone was in a group, except for her.

HIRAM’S POV: “Let me help you,” I say, closing the space between us without a second thought. As my chest presses against her back, an instant pull grips me, one I try to shake off. Reaching for the book above her, our hands touch briefly, and I feel her breath hitch beneath me, fighting against the same pull that’s threatening to drown us both. She spins around just as I grasp the book. Our eyes lock, lingering longer than they should.

Aiden stood across from her, arms folded, his expression steady but watchful. “Close your eyes,” he said. “Don’t fight the fire. Let it rise, but don’t let it consume. Picture it as part of you, not something separate.” Evelynn inhaled slowly, obeying. The warmth in her chest swelled, quick and alive, racing through her veins until her skin buzzed. She clenched her fists, fighting the instinct to smother it. “Good,” Aiden murmured. “Now… shape it. Think of it as a flame in your hand. Small enough to hold, steady enough not to burn you.”

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

I picked up the papers and scanned them once more as though I hadn't done that twice already, when we heard the disruptive sounds of girls heading for our corner and almost immediately, he took the books, swiveled me to the edge of the corner, making the board cover us from the sight of others. “What are you doing?” I whispered as my chest heaved against his in the tightly cramped corner. “Shhh..they can't see you here” he murmured, his warm breath on my neck. “I thought you said it was safe” “Didnt say it was safe, just that we needed to stay close” he breathed “Close to her” His scent of oak clung to my nose and his body was so close to mine that I felt his chest against mine but then it w

Calista closed her eyes and sat frozen. As soon as Rhino fastened her seatbelt and raised his head, his eyes got stuck on Calista's magical face. Rhino's nose was almost touching Calista's nose. Seeing Calista from so close, Rhino was getting drunk in her beauty. The sweet scent of Calista's body was enticing Rhino more. Rhino noticed Calista's charming juicy lips. He was looking at those rose petals lips so deeply. His throat was getting dry. Rhino was losing his consciousness. He was repeatedly swallowing his dry mouth. He wanted to taste this honey immediately.

She took the drink from me and started drinking it. I sat beside her and put my head on her shoulder and leaned on her. I could feel that she was trembling slightly and I just held her close until her shoulders stopped shaking, then I pulled back so I could see her face. Her hands were still holding mine tightly and there was no expression there. She put an arm around me and held me close to her, as if we were both scared that the world might be ending in a minute. I said, "It's tiring, Hannah."

the things he was doing to her. His thick phallus stuck into her,the heat emanating from his skin as he lean into her. She was scared to death,he doesn't maintain such close contact with her. What is he doing to her? Why is he so close? She wondered. ........ ......... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update..

On the day I got married, my father-in-law personally fastened an obsidian bead bracelet around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Moses, from today on, you're one of the family. I'll treat you like my own." I had grown up in an orphanage and had never truly had a family of my own. Because of those words alone, I willingly married into the Zeigler family and wore that bracelet for six straight years. Even after it rubbed my wrist raw—leaving it swollen, ulcerated, and oozing with pus—I still could not bear to take it off. Everything changed the day I stopped by my childhood friend's antique and jewelry appraisal studio for a small get-together. The moment he saw my wrist, he turned grim