Novel & Cerita Hold On To What You Got

Chapter 12 “I can’t get over you, you left your mark on me,” - Hold On, We’re Going Home by Drake ft. Majid Jordan I was walking down a dark alley way, it was so dark that you couldn't see anything at all. You just had to follow your senses which would all perk up in these type of circumstances. The alley just seemed to go straight as I trailed my fingers along the brick wall.

Sometimes I run (sometimes) Sometimes I hide Sometimes I'm scared of you But all I really want is to hold you tight (hold you tight) Treat you right, be with you day and night (day and night) ---

If you need me, just hold on tight and I'm always here. P.S. There are muffins in the oven, get some because we might need it on the road. 

Just hold it. I had been wearing it around my neck for weeks, and nothing had happened, which made me wonder if the instruction was more specific than it sounded. I stared at the pendant in my hand and touched its cold surface, waiting for something to happen even though I did not exactly know what I was waiting to see. Maybe holding it wasn't enough. Maybe she meant something else by it. Maybe she meant: hold it the way you hold something you're afraid of losing. Hold it the way you hold the last thing a person you love left for you.

i hold on tight so it never happens again. He’s mine, and I’m not letting go. If am called desperate then desperate I am!

it says. I take a breath. Steady. Focused. And this time— When I reach into the system— I don’t fall. I extend. Carefully. Deliberately. Holding onto myself as tightly as I can. Because this time— It’s not about changing everything. It’s about holding it together. And I don’t know if that’s harder— Or if it’s going to cost me even more.

"It's okay, sweetheart, you're safe now. You're not—" "No!" I cut her off, my voice trembling but firm. "I am. I can take a DNA test." She hesitated, her gaze locking with mine. When she saw the shattered conviction in my eyes, her expression shifted—from pity to shock.

I was about to approach him when Jayson suddenly grabbed my hand. “Hey Isabelle, where are you going again? Let's go home,” he said. "Just a moment, I'm just going somewhere for a while Jayson," I replied while pulling my hand that he was holding. Someone grabs my hand as I make my way to the bar counter to talk to the man I'm looking for. “Where are you going, Miss?” the man asked who grabbed my hand. “Who are you?", I enquired, with a slight annoyance in my voice.

ʜᴏ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ, ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ғɪɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ

I said as I grabbed my water and took a drink. "No, I'm pretty sure this on me. But you look very nice tonight. I'm sure that my driver and those women took good care of you, am I right?" He asked as he sat down after taking his coat off. "Yes, they did. Thank you. And here's your card." I slide it on the table to him. "Oh, Carrie keep it. Use it to help you with anything. Its unlimited, that's why its a black card." He said as he slide it back to me.