Hold On To My Heart Novels & Stories

"She'll never love you like I loved you, baby She'll never touch you like I touched you, baby Could've held my heart inside your hands But you took that chance away Does she know you like I know you, baby? Does she hold you like I held you, baby? Could've held my heart inside your hands But you took that chance away

"I just so happen to need this heart as a teaching tool for my class. I also want to research a targeted cure for congenital heart disease. Her family will surely be honored if they know about this. Leave me be. I know what I'm doing." Wendy carefully stored my heart away and moved to leave with it. Ian spoke up once more, asking, "Are you going to study the heart for your daughter?" I dazedly wondered if Wendy had always loved me. Did she still think of me? "Of course. Yuna is only ten. I don't want her to suffer any longer. I must find the best possible treatment as soon as possible." That reply made me feel like I had been plunged into ice-cold water.

When Em collapsed at my side, he reached for my chin, turning it toward him. “Better?” “The best.” He kissed my nose. “What if I told you it will keep getting better?” “I’d say you’re setting a high bar.” He pulled me into his arms. I listened to the sound of his heartbeat as he stroked my hair. “I love you, Isabella. I want to have and hold you forever.” I rolled in his arms. “I like the sound of that.” I lifted my left hand and wiggled my finger. You didn’t need to get me a diamond.”

I kept a hand tucked in my pocket as I held the hair clip, slowly warming it, little by little. In the distance, I could see the glimmering lights of Marola. They glittered like stars on the ocean's surface. I took the highway that would go around the island, cruising down the road till I stopped beside the largest bridge in Brookville. Leaning over to rest on the steering wheel, I simply stared out the window at the lights across the bridge. A long while later, the hair clip was finally about the same temperature as my body. The lingering warmth brushed against my chest, reminding me of how Marco used to run his fingers through my hair when we were young.

"I'll end things with Connor. Let's start over, okay? I can give up on the studio and everything else, too. I just want you back…" I simply stared at her impassively. "It's too late. I'm married. Please leave and don't bother us again. I've given you far too many chances, but you've never appreciated them. Now that I've started a new life for myself, I hope you can move on and take care of yourself, too." Alice gently squeezed my hand and gave me a reassuring look. Natasha stared at our joined hands. The last flicker of hope in her eyes finally died out.

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,

'We’re praying our lungs Will find us soon… Just listen to the heartbeat Rushing when you hold me… Whispering that this was once our home…' “I don’t…I’m not...stop.” Zayd sighed, finally letting her go. “Why are you doing this? You’re only torturing yourself more by fighting this? We can work this out, we can be together…did we not promise each other forever?” 'Just listen to the heartbeat Rushing when you hold me…' Quinn remained silent as her eyes watered. She wasn’t thinking straight and she knew it. The music, his words…they were all swaying her in the wrong direction…

Pal bhar thehar jaao, Dil ye sambhal jaaye Kaise tumhe roka karu, Meri taraf aata har gam phisal jaaye Aakhon mein tumko bharu Bin bole baaten tumse karu Agar tum saath ho ~ Bollywood song by Arijit Singh “If you stay a moment, my heart will be calm— I want to stop you but don’t know how, The moment I look upon you, my pain is forgotten, I talk to you without words— If you are with me.”

I want to cry instead, I press myself deeper into his chest, let him hold me while the frustration and want twist together inside me. He holds me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. I fall asleep listening to his heartbeat when I hear his whisper. “Soon.”

Just listened to the sound of his heartbeat, partly because of me… partly because of the demons he couldn’t shake. Even in his arms, I could feel his mind drifting. But he held me tight—gentle, yet firm—like someone who didn’t want to lose what mattered most. So I stayed. Quietly. Calmly. Letting him hold me like something precious and irreplaceable. The lyrics of the song played softly in the background: *“If I could hold the moonlight still, And pause the ache the night might spill, I’d give the stars just one request—