Holding Back Novels & Stories

"I did experience strange emotions earlier, but I'm serious when I say I won't hold back anymore." Stunned, Grace felt the broccoli she had just swallowed stuck in her throat. What did he mean? Actually, from the beginning, she didn't quite understand what Adro meant by the words Holding Back. She might be insane, but that sounded a bit suspicious if said by a man to a woman. Maybe she shouldn't have read too many romantic novels. "I will keep looking for a way back, but I don't deny the fact that it's improbable now. The worst case is that I can't go back at all." Adro continued, bringing Grace's focus back to him.

he growled, his hand coming to rest upon the back of my couch while his body leaned in, trapping me under himself while he whispered, "I am trying so hard right now to block out the scent, and the images of you flashing through my mind." I gulped down in nervousness and tried to understand the meaning behind his words but his heated gaze and hooded eyes were doing nothing but make me more nervous. Gosh why the hell was he so handsome?

the only breath of fresh air about this town. I know that both the congregation and the old men have seen me...... now I would be the topic of gossip for the next two months or so. They're talking about me already.... I can catch the whispers. Look Cornelia is back..... I wonder which millionaire she will trap this time..... she is so shameless, she still talks to Mason..... did you hear her fiance just died...... I am very much capable of ignoring the gossip.... infact this is what I've always done.... but not this time.... this time it hurts more and I don't know if I can take this till 8 pm..... I should leave.....

I heard what she said, but my body wasn’t stopping as my brain demanded it to. She pushed on my shoulder, and I held my weight off of her, but my movement didn’t stop. I looked into her eyes, thinking maybe if I just looked over her, I could gain control of my body more and rein the beast back in. She gasped, and I could feel myself getting closer to release.

Under the layers of pretense was this woman, shattered into confusion and tears, knowing she wanted everything wrong to be her everything right and yet, it couldn't, she knew, it never would. She wiped her tears from the back of her hands, irritating her already red eyes. Not meeting his gaze even as he watched her every move, "Then what is holding you back? Why can't you admit that you-" "Don't say it" Her eyes pleaded yet again, begging him to not force her into admitting exactly what he wished to hear, "SAY WHAT"

Elara The resistance is not loud. It is absolute. The moment I push toward the core, the system answers with something deeper than force. It is not trying to throw me back. It is trying to hold me exactly where I am. Fixed. Contained. Defined. The threads tighten around my reach, not snapping, not shifting, but refusing to let the change pass through them. “Elara,” Adrian says, voice sharp. “It is pushing back.” “I know.” “How bad?”

“Because if I keep going… I won’t hold back.” His hand tightened slightly at my waist. “And there’s no turning back from that.” His eyes locked onto mine. “Do you still want me to continue?”

"I don't want to deal with your messes anymore. I want a divorce. Figure out how you're going to give me my money back." Just as I turned to leave, Dante grabbed my wrist. "I'm warning you, I'm not agreeing to a divorce. We have this alliance. I still need the Moretti family's resources, and you need to keep your Donna position solid for me." I tried to pull my hand away. "Let go." "Let go?" His grip tightened suddenly. "Who do you think you are? What is Moretti without the Ricci family?" "I said, let go!" Dante abruptly released my wrist.

"This is just regular prenatal medicine. Why are you being so paranoid? You didn't protect the child properly, and now you're blaming the medicine?" I smacked the bottle out of his hand. "The pack healer already told me. This is a drug that suppresses perception. Long-term use leads to miscarriage." Liam shook his head wildly and stepped back. "No, that's not possible. Eva said it was just to suppress your bond sensitivity. "She said there were side effects, but it wouldn't cause a miscarriage. At most, it would make you a bit weak. No, that's not possible. That's not possible."

Holding. With the specific quality of something that has been holding on the reduced capacity of an incomplete anchor system for two years. Not the held-in silence of Lorne. Worse. The specific quality of something that has been trying to distribute load across three anchor points that should be five, that has been compensating for a primary anchor suppression by running the remaining points harder than they were designed to run. The city is not in crisis. Not yet. But it is at the edge of the kind of crisis that arrives slowly and then all at once.