Hold Me Close Book Novels & Stories

Is he the one behind all this? I know you're all probably wondering what exactly the dark hold is and why it's so safely guarded. The Darkhold is an ancient and very powerful book of spells; it has everything dark that you could possibly think of in it. But I think I know what they're after but I have to get back to the library and check to be sure. So I get back into my car and drive back to the pack. Thankfully, when I make my way into the house, there's no sign of Kylie or Stephanie, so I quickly make my way up the stairs up to my floor and then make my way into the library.

Alizeh: 'I know, but I can't control my laugh! Varun: "I can say this also with that other meaning, but I am not like that na!" Alizeh: "I know that you are not like that, I know it really well knows! by the way when is my book coming!" Varun: "Maybe 23!" Alizeh: "Yayy, I will keep it with me always!" Varun: "You can also keep me with you always!" Alizeh: "I know, you can also keep me!"

His voice touched her soul as the tears of joy started streaming out of her eyes. THAT YOU ARE THE REASON, I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT NO MORE, I DON'T WANT TO HIDE NO MORE, I DON'T WANT TO CRY NO MORE, COME BACK. I NEED YOU TO HOLD ME. (YOU ARE THE REASON) A LITTLE CLOSER NOW, JUST A LITTLE CLOSER NOW, COME A LITTLE CLOSER, I NEED YOU TO HOLD ME TONIGHT. I'D CLIMB EVERY MOUNTAIN,

Lyra(Mia’s)POV This man's lips were soft. He held me close enough to feel his heart strumming against mine. Should he let me go? Hell no! If there was a way we could get any closer than this, I would not mind. If he pulled me any closer, he would for sure crush me under his grip. My hands went over his shoulders as I held him close. His body felt familiar, felt perfect against mine. It was a raw, sensual entwining.

"Sweetheart, let go so I can bandage you. It won't hurt as much once it's wrapped up." When I didn't respond, she tried to pry my hand open, but even a little force made me bleed. So she gave up and called out to my father. "Captain Lewis, the boy's holding something in his right hand and won't let go. I think it might be evidence about the kidnapper, or something important from his family. Do you want to take a look?" My father's expression sharpened as if he'd suddenly realized something and started toward me. At that moment, Ezel strode in wearing a white suit, surrounded by a cordon of special ops officers. He threw himself into my father's arms, trembling like he was the real victim.

We were too close to say anythingSo close that I couldn't see anything else We were so close that my breath caughtThere were so close that today it's just you and me I told you, I can't resist him. I seize his mouth with an urgent kiss. The urgency of someone who has spent three days so close, and yet so far away. [...]

His back is turned to me but he is wearing the same black shirt Micah had on a moment ago, so I stop myself. I am determined to show Micah that he no longer holds power over me, so I stay in this stranger’s arms. However, my gaze doesn’t last long on who I think is Micah because the man who holds me begins to move with the music. Almost as if sensing what’s happening between us, the music becomes more seductive. Oh, and you're holding me Oh, and you're holding me As if I was the last man standing on earth His movements are so sensual that they leave my entire body trembling. His hand on my nape moves upward till his fingers are threading in my hair. His face comes down until it is buried in

“What are you looking at?” I held up the book, heart fluttering. “Just something I found interesting.” He took it from my hand, slow and deliberate, and set it on the nearby shelf without breaking eye contact. “Is that so?” There was a shift in the air. Something heavy and electric. His arms tightened, his body pressed against mine. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. His heartbeat. The faint scent of spice and pine on his collar. I swallowed, suddenly aware of just how close we were.

"It's about moving with someone. Anticipating them. Not performing the closeness — actually being comfortable in it." Elena looked at him. "Are you comfortable? In closeness?" His jaw shifted once. "I'm learning." She held out her hand. He took it. His hand was warm, his grip certain without being tight, and he drew her in until there was the appropriate distance between them for a formal hold and then his other hand settled on her waist and she put hers on his shoulder and for a moment neither of them moved. The music turned. The floor lamp threw warm light across the cleared space.

And I let it take me— Holding her close.