Hold You To That Novels & Stories

If I can prove that to you, you will give up your ideas of this dumb shit and the key to the cabin. "And if you fail, say in about three months, you will go on a date with a person of my choice." "I hope you're not thinking of Daniel." "Hell yes. And I will buy you those boots we saw online. So are you in or are you too chicken to try?" "For those boots and this nonsense to stop, I'm so in." "Shake on it?" Ella said extending her hand. "You're so on!." "She is so on what?" They both turned around to see Beau behind them.

“I’m sure that each of you have a similar story, but I think my point has been made. I won’t ask you to share yours. However, I do ask that you remember them.” “For what purpose?” Abden asks, lips curved in a twisted, unreadable expression. Though moments ago the weight had seemed just as heavy on him as for the rest, it seems that his stubbornness won’t allow him to back down so easily. I feel my abdomen tighten, my body tensing for battle. Unfortunately, my experience as a hunter will do me little good here. Still, I square my shoulders, taking center stage with an expression that, I hope, is hard and leaves no room for argument.

Christian cleared his throat. “I’ll stay,” he said. Both of us looked at him. The words landed heavily. “You don’t have to,” I said quickly. Lola straightened slowly, looking between us. “If someone doesn’t stay, she’s going to the hospital.” I groaned. “That’s manipulation.” “It’s effective.” Christian’s gaze never left me. “I’ll stay.” Something shifted in my chest. “There’s no need,” I tried again. “Yes, there is.” Our eyes locked.

Why did that feel… significant? "This isn’t dating. It’s business. Remember the contract?" "Ah yes, the sacred Fake Relationship Contract. Page 7, subsection B: “Thou shalt not catch feelings.”" Her throat went dry. He’d turned it into a joke, but the words hit harder than she wanted them to.

"Why should I do that?" "If you have some shy left in your body right now, you should leave. This isn't your mother fucking house for you to stay here like you're the owner and act like you own place when in fact in the first place you're not. She don't like almighty and leave this f****** house this instant before i'll drag you. This is my only and last warning."

Zain pleaded. "Zain my dear! sit back and hold onto your fiance dearly. Whoever wants to refuse your union would have to go through me." Granny Quin said, and Zain reluctantly sat back down. The blonde smiled pitifully at Zain who at this time, had her face buried into Darien's chest, as she struggled to stop her tears.

“Mayson, I want to do that for the rests of our lives. Please don’t ever leave me again. I don’t think I could survive if I didn’t have you.” “Holden, I hate to break it to you but you are stuck with me. I am never leaving you again. I promise.” I am keeping this promise because I love this man with all that I have.

“But come back stronger. Love makes you weak only when you don’t understand it. But once you do… it makes you better. And I want you to move back here, it feels empty.” Luke nodded. He stayed for a few hours before leaving the estate that night. Things were actually turning okay for him.

This man, this love, this indescribable connection that isn't but is. Whatever tomorrow will bring, I hold on to that. I hold on to him. And pray it's sufficient.

“Tonight, I’ll give you a memory to hold on to. Something for the both of us that will last until I see you again.” “Oh?” I tilted my chin up at him while he walked up the stairs. “Then why are you still walking?”