Hold On My Hand Michael Jackson 소설 & 이야기

She has the right to decide what the space becomes. For a moment neither of us moves. Then she reaches over and takes my hand. Her fingers wrap around mine and she does not say anything and I do not say anything and the piano room is warm and quiet around us and outside the city continues its low hum far below the glass. I hold her hand carefully. The way you hold something you have been waiting fifteen years to hold again. Like it could break. Like I know the cost of letting go. ***

His much larger hand grasped mine firmly as he shook it while his captivating eyes smiled at me along with his beautiful lips. A few seconds past, was it just me or was he holding onto my hand a little too long? I tried to pull my hand back while keeping a polite smile plastered on my face but that only made Ace gripped my hand tighter. My eyes widened in shock when I realized that he wasn’t willing to let go of my hand. “Umm…Sir…” I murmured as I tried to pull my hand back again.

He pointed at her hand, with his eyes, asking her to tell him why the hell she was still holding out her hand to him when he didn't have anyother bags left. Rose closed her eyes, muttering something unladylike to herself. "It's not for bags, you-" Rose fisted her hand angrily before holding it out for him again. "It's for you! Now take it fast before I change my mind and push you off the railing!" Michael nodded silently before taking her hand, and wrapped his fingers tightly around hers. With a little pull, he came upward, putting his legs firmly over the tree to support himself. He climbed down the railing and came inside the room, still holding Rose's hand.

"Let go of my hand." . . . ……..

“I’m here. We’ll deal with this together.” Together. The word echoed in my mind, pulling at something deep in my chest. Slowly, he lifted his hand and held it out to me, palm up. “Take my hand, Riley.” I froze. Jaxon must have sensed my hesitation, because his voice softened even more. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I promise.” I looked back at Jaxon’s face, at the way his dark eyes held mine so carefully. There was something in them—something steady and certain—that made the fear falter, just for a second.

Ryan took my hand then. And this time— I held on.

Jone Jackson POV "Look at all these scrolls from the Moonfang Chronicle," Jone Jackson says, staring down at the little dark stone tablet in his male hands while his fingers tap a fast, angry beat on the wooden table. "The pictures show my male body grabbing Michael Jackson and giving him a big kiss right in front of the whole assembly."

Jackson walked up to Serenity and held her hand. He... He's actually asking the person who hit her if her hand hurt?!

He holds my hand firmly, but gently. Once we reach the front of the podium, we stop and stare at each other, his dark eyes roaming over my features taking in every aspect, making my skin burn beneath his piercing gaze. "Just keep your hands up near my chest." He says as I stand beside him, his long arm wrapped around my waist, holding me tight. I don't know how he knows exactly where my hands will end up since his hand rests on my hip, making my skin burn from his touch alone, there are a group of people who are preparing themselves to dance.

Jake rose with his hand stretched out towards Maddie, she took his hand. "Would you watch over my boy for a minute?" Jake turned to the elderly woman sitting with them to request politely. "You needn't even ask," the woman said to him with a friend shrug of the hand. He gave her a smile exuding gratitude before proceeding to head to the stage with Maddie. Maddie and Jake reached the stage, and almost immediately a sensational music started to play. They both started to position themselvesto dance with Jake's one hand holding Maddie's waist while the other hand held her hand with her other hand on top his shoulder for balance.