Holding Hands Quotes

"Kiara Hart, did you secretly hide some fresh milk? Hand it over now!" My boyfriend's younger brother, Matthew Chambers, pinned me against the wall and ran his hands over me, searching everywhere. He had no idea that the sweet scent was not milk, but...

After getting my heart broken, my best friend takes me to an underground club. There, I meet a handsome wolf. With the intention of getting revenge on my shitty ex-boyfriend, I accept that wolf's invitation. Just like that, his hands begin roaming up and down my body.

“Don’t touch my MATE!” He growled at Wilson angrily as he took off his coat and walked towards me to wrap it around me. “I’M NOT YOUR MATE!” I hissed in anger as my hands began to shake. No. NO! This must be some kind of mistake or cruel joke. “Lydia, he’s your mate,” Drusilla howled with pity in her eyes. “NO! Wilson is my mate!” I yelled angrily as I knocked the coat out of his hands and burst into tears. **** Lydia's world is thrown upside down when she awakens and her mate isn't her childhood love but a man she has never met before. The king of rogues and to cap it all, Another woman is set to marry the love of her life. Will she survive it? Join Lydia on her journey and find out now. -Rejection -Love -Seduction -Betrayal, and of course -Steamy romance in store for you. Buckle up and join Lydia for the ride.

My mate, Carter, sent me to a werewolf prison for four years. On the day I was released, he arrived holding the hand of his pregnant mistress. “This is what your parents owe me.” “From today on, you’ll take care of Amelia.” I nodded obediently. She made me pick roses with my bare hands. Made me plant a hundred pots under the scorching sun. Made me scrub my allergic, ulcerated skin with alcohol. And I did everything she asked. Until the day they brought me back to my old home. The house was gone. In its place stretched an endless rose garden. And my only sister— had become nothing but a box of ashes. That was the moment I understood. I survived not to atone. I survived to take revenge.

Iris Rossi, a 23-year-old sharp young attorney, has been building a reputation for dismantling the criminal networks of New York’s elite. She sees the Moretti family as her ultimate takedown. Dante Moretti, newly in charge of his late father’s empire, needs to appear legitimate, to secure his position against rivals and federal investigators. After a major courtroom win against one of Dante’s shell companies, Iris is confronted by Dante himself. Instead of threatening her life, he offers her a deal: marry him for one year and secure his public image, or watch her family’s hidden crimes surface, destroying her career and reputation. She discovers evidence that her late father laundered money for the Mafia, and Dante is holding it over her.

On our third wedding anniversary, I received a cake from my husband. It had the names Clarisse Burke and Antonio Carey written on it, along with Happy Third Anniversary. But I felt like I'd been plunged into ice. That wasn't my name. Clarisse was his secretary. Sure enough, I saw my cake in Clarisse Burke's latest post, labeled Iva Grant and Antonio Carey. [Three years, and someone's already treating me like his wife.] Below, there was a comment. [Delete that post! The cakes got mixed up. Don't let Iva find out.] That was when I realized he had planned every romantic surprise in pairs. Holding my phone, I laughed at his pathetic attempt to cover it up. But I was done. I started planning my exit.

On my birthday, Rowan Shore ditches me for the 99th time to run to his suicidal true love. I tell the system, "I'm done with this mission. I've had enough." For years, I have tried every trick in the book, but I can't win Rowan's heart. The system says that if I die in this world, I'll return to my original one. The first time, I slit my wrists in the bathroom. Rowan kicks the door down, sends me to the hospital, and berates me for using self-harm to snare his attention. The second time, I swallow an entire bottle of sleeping pills. He bursts in at the last moment and sobs while holding me. He says he knows he messed up. There's still a third time, a fourth time, and more, right?

My son, Scott Gould, suddenly tells me that he has leukemia. Then, he goes on to say that his biggest wish is to see Ivanna Newman in a wedding dress. My husband, Theodore Gould, agrees with Scott. "I'll hold a wedding with Ivanna. Once Scott is done with his treatment, we'll get remarried." I gladly agree to the request and divorce Theodore. Not long after, I learn from Scott's social media that he's attending the wedding of Theodore and his childhood sweetheart, Ivanna. The caption he writes says, "I'm so happy for Dad. I can't help but shed tears for true love." I smile and turn off my phone. Holding the hand of the person next to me, I board a plane to Wismuth.

Five years ago, Daniel Douglas publicly called off their engagement and sent her to prison himself. On the day of her release, Daniel took her to the hospital, demanding, "Serena Avery has been in a car accident and needs a kidney transplant. Give her yours." She refused, but he coerced her by all means. On the day of the surgery, her heart suddenly stopped and resuscitation failed. It was said that the man who wanted her dead wept at her grave for three days and three nights. Later, Daniel saw her again at the Douglas family home. She was already holding a five-year-old child, having married his elder brother Ethan and become his beloved and spoiled wife. Daniel: "Jasmine, I know I was wrong，please come back!" Ethan: "Get out! She's your sister-in-law now."

He wasn’t the kind of guy who noticed girls—at least, not in a way that meant anything. To him, they were distractions, temporary thrills, nothing worth holding onto. Until her. The moment he saw her—quiet, different, completely out of place in his chaotic world—something shifted. She didn’t look at him the way everyone else did. No fear. No fascination. Just indifference… and that drove him insane. She tried to ignore him. Avoid him. Pretend he didn’t exist. But he had already decided. And when the bad boy wants something… he doesn’t ask. He takes. Now she’s caught in his world—dark, intense, and dangerously addictive. And the more she fights him, the more obsessed he becomes. Because letting her go? Is no longer an option.