Hold On My Hand Michael Jackson Novels & Stories

I smiled and let him sway me around to the music in his mind, my curiosity got the best of me as I really want to know the song that was playing in his mind since he saw me, “I wish there is music.” The whole field lighted up and I could see a music band, I can’t believe this, before I could finish awing on that, a tune started playing, it was jazz but a song I know all too well. It was Michael Jackson’s Lady in my life, one of my most favorite of his songs. I looked up at Adrian and he repeated, “can I have this dance?” “Did you plan all these?” I couldn’t help but ask. “If I say yes, then will I have this dance?” I nodded and he smiled, “then yes, a special dance for a special someone.”

I feel something hard close in my hand and I don't know what I grabbed but I do know that I'm gonna hold on as long as it takes. -braze help me! -He can't help you. -NO, I won't let go! No one can see us here. we're in the back. I can't shout for help because nobody will hear over the music I can feel myself getting heavier and heavier and my body just wants to let go and my grip falters a little but he holds my hand tighter. My best friend's life is in my hands and I wanna sleep. No. I have to fight.

Jordan was holding my hand while we were inside the car. He was focused on driving, but the way his thumb gently caressed my hand sent little shivers through me. I was left hanging from our moment earlier, and I’ll admit, I got carried away. But I really can’t help myself. I didn’t even hold back when I met Jagger, so why should I be with his brothers?

I look down at his hand, and slip my fingers between his in one sudden movement. "Yay! We're holding hands with Mate! I'm so happy!" Grace fangirls. Before I can let go of his hand, he firmly squeezes my hand. "Let go!" I demand, swinging my arm around. An amused expression made its way onto his face. "Nope," He replies, just like I said when he asked me to hold his hand. "If you want me to let your hand go, then why did you hold it in the first place?" He asks, raising our hands up.

It would be impossible for them to break up because they always find their way back to each other. Chase looks at me and gives me his secret smile and holds out his hand for me to take. I smile back at him returning the same smile and take his hand as he spins me onto the dance floor. When I stopped spinning, I am facing him, and we both laugh at our mini performance onto the dance floor. We stand there for what felt like a lifetime but was only a couple of seconds if that before a song comes on. I recognize the song instantly ‘Unchained Melody’ by The Righteous Brothers.

However, she tried to pull her hand away. He refused to let go and intertwined his fingers with hers. Since they were sitting in the front row, Luna didn't want to make a scene. The lights from the movie could make anyone sitting behind them easily notice that he was trying to forcefully hold her hand, so she let him have his way. After seeing the movie, Alex said he wanted them to still spend some time outside, but Luna said, "No, I want to go back home. I've seen the movie and my daughter..."

No… I can smell medicine and hear the machine beside me and I can clearly feel his hand holding mine. Why is he here? What does he want? Why is he looking like this? And holding my hand tight and not painful. He looks like he’s afraid to let it go. His hands were softly holding mine like he’s holding a fragile object. It’s like he’s holding something precious that he doesn’t want to let go.

The gun I was holding fell off my hand, “Davis”

“Breathe.” It was like the first day at the apartments. I was staring into the same hauntingly beautiful dark brown eyes. I inhaled and exhaled. He turned my hand back over and slid a golden band over my fourth finger. To both of our astonishment, it slid easily over my knuckle and fit almost perfectly. “Isabella, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.” I held on to his left hand. “Emiliano, I don’t have a ring. All I have is me.”

I start to stand. His hand shoots out and catches mine. He doesn't look up. Doesn't lift his head from his knees. Doesn't say a word. He just — grabs my hand with both of his and holds on, the way a person holds on when they're out at sea and have found the only thing left that's solid. I stop moving. I sit back down. "I'm not going anywhere," I say softly. "I'm right here."