Hug You Novels & Stories

I finally give in to my excitement and launch myself at him in a hug. “I know, Thankyou Harry! Now we can make the lanterns today. We might even have them ready in time for tonight!” Harry hugs me tightly and I relax against him. I’ve discovered in the last few days that Harry really does give amazing hugs. It’s like he commits completely to every hug and he never ever lets go first.

'Thud' 'Thud' With footsteps approaching the father and daughter duo, Rose turned to where the sound is coming from. A beautiful woman could be seen that looks exactly like Rose but the only thing that distinguishes them is that one is beautiful and charming with a youthful liveliness while the other one is beautiful and elegant with a refined aura radiating maturity. "Mom, you know I love you," Rose said with a wink while rushing toward her mother's embrace. "I have miss you so much Mommy," she said. "Haha... Do you?" she asked, "I can't seem to remember who refused to come home for the past 5 years," Mrs. Benjamin said, pretending to be mad.

In a place where noise and loud voices prevail, a swamp of indecency and sins, a captor and Yusef sit at the bar table, drinking and talking, not caring about anyone. And he drinks his glass at once and looks back at her, so the girl turns to him, swaying in her gait lightly and pampered by her slender figure and her wide smile, and says: "Welcome" Joseph answered her with a side smile, "Hello." The girl approached Youssef more to smell her perfume, his eyes fixed on her seductive dress that she was wearing.

The type that has people who love and appreciate me. "GROUP HUG!!" they shouted. I was in tears because of their hug. "Guys... I'm hurting." I said. "It's okay Kimora, we're here for you..." Ycson replied. "He's right, Kim. We will always support and be here for you." "That's not what I meant....Guys..." "Kim, don't talk. We know you're hurting so we're here to comfort you." "Guys... I have something to say." I said. "hmm..." "Can you four let go of the hug? You've been hurting my shoulder..."

Hugo: Uwana pleased say something, anything, you are killing me with so much suspense Hugo : If I could take It all back I promise I would but, I can't. please answer me say something. I'm begging you. Pls this silence is driving me crazy! Me: ... Something... Hugo: finally thank God you are OK !!! Me: hmm yea alittle sleepy tho I'm suprised your still up. Hugo: Oh well I couldn't sleep not when I didn't know the where about of my princess👸👸

And therefore, I don’t let go, at least for a while! We spend a good amount of time in that position, hugging each other in silence, my head pressed against his chest, my tears stopped at one point but I still decide not to let go, instead, I stay like this, for few more minutes, listening to that beating heart of his, enjoying the warmth radiated from his body.

He looked down at me for a few moments before pulling me closer to him, patting my back for what felt like ages. Then what had seemed like only a small gap between our bodies turned into something bigger, warmer. Something called a hug…

Chorus: You're smile flash on my mind A kiss from you makes me shiver A hug that always says that I am the one you want to Protect for the rest of your life. Yuan hugged me tightly. I really feel it.. Every time he hugs me it's like I'll never disappear. I will never be hurt by others. Or I won't be included. He closes his eyes and the others also close their eyes. Nice to hear.. Nice to listen to Raphael's handsome voice. Add the hug of the man I love now.

that's a secret. A secret? Alright then. Rita nodded and stopped thinking about this question. "Meanwhile, Nathaniel took the opportunity to give her a lesson, ""Rita, you know that mommy no longer has a baby. Shouldn't you comfort her?""" Can I give mommy a hug then? Of course you can! "Rita jumped down from her chair and walked over until she was standing in front of Mango. Then, she tip-toed and stretched her tiny hands towards Mango." "Mommy, let me give you a hug."

I replied, my heart swelling with admiration for his understanding and acceptance of my complex personality. "Can I give you a hug, too?" he asked, his voice soft and tentative "I've missed holding you" Without uttering a word, I leaned in, and he opened his arms wide, welcoming me into his embrace. His hug was different from Diana's—while hers was full of maternal warmth and comfort, his was a blend of friendship, companionship, and a hint of something more. It was a hug that stirred a different set of emotions within me, ones that I was not yet ready to openly admit to him. But for that moment, I allowed myself to lean into his embrace, to draw strength from his presence, and to acknowledg