Holding Hands Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I thought it was a one-night stand. But he’s an alpha wolf shifter. And I’m his fated mate. When the wickedly handsome, tattooed stranger saved me from getting stranded, I thought he was a good guy. I thought it would be one night of passion in this foggy, misty stretch of forest far from home. A night where I didn’t have to be the good girl. The responsible daughter. Turns out Desmond River is a wolf shifter. Powerful. Dangerous. Obsessed with me. And he’s holding my father prisoner. So I do what any desperate girl would do. I trade myself to the alpha wolf. But Desmond says outsiders aren’t allowed into his wealthy, secretive wolf pack. He says there’s only one way around it. I have to pretend to be his fated mate. His fiancee. That means sleeping in his bed every night. Pretending to be lovers with my enemy. Except that he touches me like he can’t keep his hands off me. Looks at me like I really am his. The only thing worse than getting in a fake relationship with the man who took me captive…Is that I might be falling for him for real. ? ? ? ? ?

I wasn't supposed to fall in love. My job was simple, spy on him, and help break Capo Enzo Valenti but now, I'm the one breaking. He kisses me like he owns me, f*cks me like I’m the only thing holding him together, and I let him. Every.Single.Time. Because somewhere between the lies and the orgasms? The lines blurred and my loyalties conflicted. My name is Alessandra, and I’m holding a knife to my husband’s back while begging him to f*ck me like I still belong to him. . . 🦋 When Alessandra Romano's sister angers the next Capo dei Capi Enzo Valenti, he picks her to replace Sofia. However, she has secrets, secrets that would make Enzo bury her. But, what happens when Alessandra finds out she's not the only one holding secrets in their marriage? Can a love built on lies survive the truth, or will they destroy each other the moment the masks come off?

Ten years ago, the Harrington family went through a home invasion. My mother, a maid, shielded Liam with her life. Holding my hands tight, Liam promised, "Andrea, don't worry. I'll protect you forever." I believed him. Our bond grew naturally, and we had a beautiful daughter together. Then, she was diagnosed with leukemia. In her last days, all she wanted was to spend one birthday with her dad. I called him, desperate to make it happen. "Millie doesn't have much time left. All she wants is one birthday with you. Can you come?" His voice on the other end went icy. "Really? This your latest stunt? Using your dead mom wasn't enough, now it's our daughter for pity? Disgusting." I tried to deny it, but he cut me off. "Don't mess with her head. Learn from Vivian—she's got a real heart." That night, our daughter passed away. Later, Vivian posted on social media: [Finally taking that couples' trip someone promised me!] I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just texted Liam: [We're done.]

For eight long years, Bryan Millan and I were married, but you’d never have known it by looking at his life. He never once acknowledged our relationship in public. Not a single post, not a single mention of me on his social media. Then came our anniversary. The day that was supposed to be about us. Instead, Bryan made an announcement on his Instagram account—just not the one I expected. There he was, hand in hand with his assistant, her draped in a wedding dress. The caption read: [When you're in love, you want the whole world to know.] The comments flooded in. [Bryan finally got married!] [Congrats! Wishing you a lifetime of happiness together!] In that moment, I could no longer lie to myself. Bryan wasn't reserved. He just never loved me. So, I decided to let go. But he wasn't ready for that. He clung to me, desperate now. But I pried his hands off and laughed—a real, genuine laugh, the kind that comes from somewhere deep inside when you realize you're finally free. Then, I looked him straight in the eye and said the words I'd been holding in, "Don't beg me to come back. Because now that I don't love you, I've never felt better."

“Let me taste you, Oliver,” Arias’s voice strained, his large hands holding the male he loved against him. Oliver’s brows dipped, coming together, pain etched across his features. “W-what?,” he stuttered, shocked at the enormity of Arias’s request. “W-we can’t do that.” ----- I was supposed to marry her. The female my father chose, the one who would bind our packs together and make me the alpha everyone expected. But gods, I didn’t want her. I wanted him. Arias fucking Thorne, the youngest alpha of the nine packs, dangerous and overwhelming and everything I couldn’t be. My father would kill us both if he knew. We’d be banished. But while I was busy trying not to burn for the wrong wolven, something worse was stirring in the shadows. Wolves were turning into nightmares, creatures with bloodshot eyes and bones that bent wrong. And somehow, my blood, the forbidden fire I’d spent my life hiding, was the key to it all. The packs were splintering. An ancient evil was rising. And I was caught between duty and a male who made me feel like I was worth more than just my title.

My name is Freya, I'm 16 but will be turning 17 in a few weeks, I'm a Junior at Belleview High, I'm part of the art club along with the photography club, I have straight A's which has always made my dad proud of me. I am finally out of that awkward teenage stage where my head was to big for my body, plus I'm no longer built like a little boy. Andrew is 17, 6 foot at least, with dark chocolate brown hair, the most piercing blue eyes i have ever seen in my life, with a strong jaw and the most perfect tan pink lush lips that I would love to crash my own against, he's built like a God and just his eyes can send a shiver down my spine. Everything about him makes my insides tense. He pushes me against a wall, pinning me to it while holding my hands above my head, his deep voice vibrating through my chest as he speaks with our closeness. Does he want me the way I want him? Can we hide what happens between us from our parent? I will risk it all for him. Will he do the same for me?

   She let out a gasp as I spun her around and pressed her Firmly between the wall and my chest, loving the way she fit perfectly into my arms. She had no idea how badly I wanted to consume All of her.      “Let go of me you bastard! You're harassing me!” She screamed and I chuckled Before grabbed her hands and holding them up above her head.    She moaned slightly and I knew I was affecting her as much as she was affecting me.     “It seems you don't understand what it means to be claimed by me. What it means to be mine and I don't mind showing you over and over again till every part of your body aches for me. Now be a good girl and arch your back”... ~     She was only meant to be a game, he was only meant to be a means of survival but when lust and desire gets in the way, the tables are turned quickly and Raeliya is caught in the middle of two brothers who want nothing more than to make her theirs. The only difference was one betrayed her and called it fate; the other bled for her and called it love.    As power shifts, alliances crumble and secrets long buried rise to the surface, Raeliya must choose between the love that broke her and the obsession That might destroy her.

“I can’t believe you just said that!” I burst out, staring at Ethan like he’d sprouted twenty extra heads. “You want me to... to pretend to be your girlfriend? What, like, fake holding hands? Fake kissing? Fake everything?” He didn’t blink as his nonchalant gaze met mine, a hint of a smirk playing on those lips. “Yes, Riley. That’s usually how fake dating works.” All Harper Adams wanted was to get through one evening pretending to be her best friend on a blind date. But when her date turned out to be Ethan Reynolds—her infuriatingly handsome CEO—things quickly spiraled out of control. Now, she’s caught in a whirlwind of fake romance to help him dodge his family’s relentless matchmaking schemes. Between awkward office run-ins and public displays of “affection” at high-society galas, Harper is discovering that fake dating might be a lot harder than she thought—especially when her feelings for Ethan start to feel all too real. With secrets piling up and hilariously disastrous moments at every turn, Harper’s left wondering: can she survive this charade, or will her fake love life blow up in her face?

Synopsis/Blurb: Mima, a young werewolf and one of the last surviving members of her fallen pack, is thrust into a life of torment and grief when her family is slaughtered and her pack destroyed by Alpha Dylan’s brutal attack. At 19, she’s forced into the hands of Alpha Dylan, the very wolf responsible for her parents’ deaths. Mima is tortured and subjected to the cruelty by members of the pack especially Dylan's Luna, Stephanie. But when a powerful new ally, Rake, the Lycan King, reveals himself as her true mate, Mima's world gets bigger. The lycan king helps her, his mate to escape the abusive pack and to his own. During her stay with him, she stumbles upon a shocking revelation, she is the chosen one of the Moon Goddess, her bloodline holding power to change the fate of the werewolf world. In a war where dark magic and the bonds of destiny collide, Mima must rise from the ashes of her past to fight for a future she never asked for. Will the broken daughter of a fallen pack rise to be the leader of a new one? Or will her grief and torment claim her before she ever reaches her full potential? In this story of betrayal and second chance, Mima strives to decide the fate of her world, risking everything for the chance of a future with those she loves and escape her terrible blood filled past.

Kourtney was out of options. To save herself and get her inheritance, she did something crazy—she kidnapped Travis Forger. Now, she stood in front of him, holding a marriage contract, her last hope. “If you marry me, I can get my inheritance. After that, we’ll let you go,” she told him, her voice shaking. But Travis didn’t panic. He stayed calm. “And what do I get from this?” he said. “I already have a fiancée. I love her." Those words broke Kourtney’s heart. She already knew about Kim, but hearing him say it hurt more than she expected. “You’re my hostage!” she snapped. “You have to do what I say!” Travis looked at her, no anger—just disappointment. “This isn’t love, Kourtney. This is just fear.” Her hands dropped to her sides. She felt small, helpless, and humiliated. But deep inside, something darker began to grow. As she turned away, her eyes filled with tears, and one dangerous thought crossed her mind: If Travis won’t marry her by choice… Then maybe he won’t have a choice at all.