Hold On To What You Got Mga Nobela at Kwento

His closeness felt like a magnet pulling me in when I was fighting to hold my ground. “Adrian, love isn’t enough if I can’t trust you,” I said, trying to sound strong, even as my voice wavered. “I know,” he said again, his expression a mix of determination and desperation. “But I’m not asking you to trust me right now. I’m asking for a chance to *earn* it back.” I crossed my arms, looking down at the cracked pavement beneath us. The weight of his gaze felt like a thousand bricks pressing on my chest.

“The ever-reigning supreme being who will ensure you keep getting claimed, over and over, until all you can think about is me.” My breath stutters, my vision swimming. What the fuck…?

Just hold on for me, okay? The bond flickers with his emotions—determination, fear, something deeper that he doesn’t have time to voice. I bite down on my lip, my hands tightening into fists. I can’t afford to be weak right now. Not when I know, with every fiber of my being, that time is running out. Caleb's voice rings out through my mind, his words firm yet desperate. *Aurora, just hold on a little longer. I swear, I’ll be there. Just don’t give up—*

Just as I turned to walk away, he grabbed my wrist hard. “Zoe, I’ll never let you leave me again. My only mission today is to take you and the baby home. You don’t understand. When I thought I’d lost you, I nearly went insane! My heart broke, and I thought of you day and night. This time, no matter how you torment me or test me, I will not let go. I swear it.” How laughable. Who was he even trying to fool with this sudden act of devotion? I yanked my arm free with all my strength.

She giggled and gripped my shoulders, rolling me over onto my back as she sat up on top of me, holding one arm across her chest, keeping her dress in place. “You didn’t have to get me anything; it’s not a tradition or anything. I just really wanted you to have this tonight,” she assured me, bending and kissing my lips softly. When she pulled back, my hands instinctively tightened on her waist. I didn’t want to let her go, I felt whiny and needy and I just didn’t want her to get off me even if it was only to get something from her bag three feet away from me.

Locked in place. Following. The same way it always did. And this time— He knows for a fact— He didn’t imagine it.

Since you want to win you over by force I won't hesitate to do it. Anyways, things that are hard earned are worth celebration, right!

My face was filled with joy, when I noticed JayPark was staring at my face with an annoyed expression, he held my hands and said sternly, "Alright, I'll bring her back in 5 minutes." What? Moment is how long? Why don't you just let me go home? He got up and took my phone out and gave it to me, he said slowly, "I'll call often." Seriously, how could I like a person like this in high school? Let's end it but we don't know each other, we're not close anymore, why do you like to hold on? Is it annoying to call often? I wanted to say it to his face, but if I cause trouble from now on, I'll be stuck in this room. Now that he let go of my hand to leave the room, I felt like a ghost running out of t

Tomorrow we'd deal with the impending problem, for now as long as Ava's happy, then I'm okay Tristan just caught them More drama coming ahead 😁😁😁

Trying to make me get too relaxed and then dropping a bomb out of nowhere that would disorganize my schedule. As if she hears my thoughts, she turns to me. Her lips are a scarlet red, it's her signature lipstick for times when she believes she's being a diplomat, and says with a smile, "My darling son. Why do you stay so far away from me?" Then stretching her arms out, adds, "Come give your Mommy a hug."