Hold Me Now Stay With Me Novels & Stories

“Stop thinking. Move!” “I’m fine! Damn it, Ava, I can’t even…” His words cut off as he twisted and blood seeped through his jacket. I cursed under my breath and pressed my hand harder to his side. “I know you can’t, that’s why I’m here, you need to trust me or we die.” “I trust you,” he muttered with his voice strained, and for a second, the world narrowed to the two of us,his pain, my control, and our shared fight to survive.

I heard a ragged breath. “If I was there, I’d wrap you in my arms.” “Papà couldn’t take me away if you were here.” “He’s not taking you away.” “I love you.” Isabella disconnected the call. I turned toward the building and slammed my hand against it. Fuck. My next text was a group text to both Horace and Diego. “Text me when you leave my home. Stay with my wife until she enters their room at the Del. Stay outside the door and text me the room number.”

Maybe that was what trust looked like—someone being afraid and not running away. Could she trust him now, with the shuttle rattling and the sky torn open? She didn’t know if either of them would survive the next five minutes. But she knew he would hold her hand. She knew he would fight for every second they had left. That was enough. That had to be enough. Autumn squeezed her eyes shut, breathed in the taste of fear and iron and hope. She reached for Bastion’s hand, heart hammering. “I trust you,” she whispered, voice lost to the storm, but she knew he would hear.

How I feel and being here at this moment is what I need. I've started living again and now the thought of being held back gives me a sense of panic. I know that I can't be here forever but just the whole weekend is far more then enough, for my life too open to new things, I've come this far and going back at this rate isn't an option. I place the phone back to where it was just as he comes back. Entering into the car, he pecks my cheek." Ready to go?" " I know about them being in contact with you." I say, not even looking at him but the window.

He held my hand so tightly it hurt and asked me how he was supposed to live if I left for the other side of the world. Even Luca said the engagement could wait for many things, but not years of distance and silence. So I stayed. Now they had forgotten every word. “It’s nothing,” I said softly. “I just don’t want to miss this chance again.” Professor Hayes let out a quiet breath. “Then come. The institute will book your flight. Once you arrive, we will take care of everything.” “Okay.” The confirmation arrived almost as soon as the call ended. The flight was in three days.

“Don’t die. I won’t let anything happen to you. Just… stay with me.” ***

"Don't go there. Stay here with me. Right here, right now. Not what if. Just right now." I press my face harder into his chest and try to do what he says. Try to stay in this moment rather than the ones my mind keeps pulling me toward. His heartbeat is steady under my ear, strong and even and I focus on it the way he told me to focus on breathing. Something real. Something constant. He doesn't tell me to calm down. Doesn't tell me it will definitely be fine or that I shouldn't cry or that I need to pull myself together. He just holds me and lets me fall apart against him and takes the weight of it without flinching.

I didn’t really expect him to sing with me but here we are. Oh, I've been shaking I love it when you go crazy You take all my inhibitions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back You take me places that tear up my reputation Manipulate my decisions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back There's nothing holdin' me back

"anytime I taste any lemon flavoring. it brings up bad memories' I said while feeling better with him near me. I love the fact that we can talk to each other; it really helps especially on nights like this. " Jacob can you stay with me tonightf, just like when we were little, remember how you would hold me so I could sleep, Please just untill I fall asleep then you can leave." I was begging him.

Stronger than ever. And Tyson’s voice, right at the edge of it. “Stay with me.” Then, nothing.