Holding Me Back By Shawn Mendes Novels & Stories

What I read was a warning to stay as far away from him as possible. Shawn arched his brow at my sudden withdrawal. I was about to get off the bed when he held me still by my arm. “Isn’t this the part where you disappear?” I challenged. The crease around his forehead deepened. “What do you mean?” “You fuck me and the next moment you disappear. When did you even get back? Aren’t you not meant to be away for the next ten days or more?” Shawn was about to say something but I interrupted. “And who the hell gave you the permission to touch me?” I tried once more to wriggle myself from his hold but he just wouldn’t let go of me.

, please, please don't go" her eyes tearing up like she knew this would end up like this. "No, I'm holding you back this time, I'll never let you go, I'll lock you up. I'll hide you from the world." She was having a mild anxiety attack as her hands shivered and her heart was sinking deep into the fact that her dreams were collapsing, as she too was crumbling down to the floor. Shawn who was holding her to help her stand firm, and his grip so hard over her arms that Jimi knew he was not joking about any of this. Shawn hugs Jimi and comforts her knowing how madly she wanted him.

I shouldn't have gotten so mad at him. He was only trying to protect me... "Come back, Shawn," I said softly, feeling weak all over. Shawn stiffened. He slowly turned around to look at me. "Come back to me..." I mumbled slowly.

I lean in just slightly, my voice barely audible. “You don’t own me, Zayn. And you never will.” His hand tightens at my waist, pulling me flush against him. My heart flutters. Suddenly my legs shake under me, unable to hold my weight. I’m about to sink slowly to the floor but Zayn’s grip steadies me. “Wanna test that theory tonight?” He smirks. The song ends. Applause fills the room. We separate just enough to look presentable and perfect, but Zayn’s hand rests on the small of my back, drawing slow circles that sends thrills through me.

I loved being held by him, as long as it didn't turn into anything from Fifty Shades. My best friend cleared her throat, bringing me back to reality. Killian held me a little longer before pulling away and walking into the closet. My eyes followed him, drinking in his shirtless form, and when I turn to look at my best friend, I saw I wasn't the only one. I cocked my brow at her, but she just shrugged her shoulders, saying. "Damn, but he's fine."

And I don’t realize that until my legs start to move on their accord and I wrap my hands around Kian from the back to keep him from leaving. His body tenses in my hold as I rest my head against his broad back and beg him in one word, “Stay.”

“We finish this. Then I remind you exactly who you belong to—slowly, thoroughly, until even the system forgets it ever tried to take you from me.” His hand slid down to grip my hip possessively, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks I would feel later. And for the first time since the defense began, I let myself lean into him completely. Because in a world trying to rewrite me— Shawn Reid was the only force still fighting to keep the original. And the way he held me now made it brutally, deliciously clear: He would destroy anything that tried to change that.

I know I'd go back to you I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to When I'm lying close to someone else You're stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it If I could do it all again I know I'd go back to you I'd go back to you I'll go back to you I know I'd go back to you (I'd go back to you, I'd go back to you) I know I'd go back to you (Go back to you, go back to you) (Go back to you, go back to you) (Go back to you, go back to you) ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️ VANESSA' POV❤️ Right now he's standing in front of me which no love in his eyes. .

I try to look away, to disappear in the crowd. But then—Melisa calls out. And grabs my arm. Fuck. Fuck! Did she recognize me? No… right? Her hand is on my arm. “Hey! Can I take a picture with you?” she asks, smiling. My heart races. My chest tightens like I’m about to explode. I’m sweating inside the helmet. My legs feel like they’ll collapse. My stomach flips like I’m going to run—or puke. I can’t believe she’s this close. Too close. After twelve fucking years. She lets go of my arm after the photo. She’s still holding a book. And just like that—She slips away again.

I wanted him so much that I held onto him as he struggled to pull away "Do you really want to talk right now or do you want to bury this big dick of yours in my pussy", I asked him, I moved closer and nibbled on his ear lobe. My fingers curled around his dick as I slowly moved it up and down. Matthew groaned with delight but suddenly common sense returned, "No, we can't keep doing this. I need you to leave, you are married to my uncle", Matthew insisted as he tried to push me away. My voice took on a husky tone as I whispered to Matthew,