I Hold On So Nervously Novels & Stories

The office buzzed with frantic energy, the tension palpable. Phones rang incessantly, and hushed conversations filled the air. It was clear that Monica's attack had thrown everyone into high alert. Adrian stood at the center of it all, a pillar of resolve amidst the chaos. His expression was a mask of determination, though I could see the strain around his eyes. I took a deep breath and approached him, my own nerves threatening to overwhelm me. "Adrian, what’s our next move?"

He asked. "I missed a call from my doctor," I said with a shaky voice. "Call her back!" Lucas' eyes widened in worry. He wanted answers too. I decided to place it on speaker phone when I was placed on hold by the nice receptionist. The hold music somehow made me more nervous. I feel it should have the opposite effect. I chewed at my nail as I waited for her to pick up. Lucas seemed nervous too, only he was deadly still. All his nerves had rooted him to one spot, and frozen him stiff.

What kind of an icebreaker is that! He turns his head to where I'm still standing behind his booth, holding the piece of paper. He sees me holding it and frowns at me. All of a sudden, my hands get sweaty and my heart starts racing. Then I realize that I'm actually nervous. In my line of work, I deal with dangerous personalities everyday —the kind that run around with guns and drugs, and I know how to handle it. Nothing ever really scares me. I guess there is a first for everything. He offers me a lopsided smile, which quickly gets my knees all wobbly, and looks at me with those piercing blue eyes. At this point, I'm pretty sure I would say yes to everything if he asked me. Oh, if Carlene co

Iris POV: I stood in the dim light of the New York subway station, the chilly air seeping into my bones despite the early hour. My nerves tingled with anticipation, every sound and movement around me amplified as I waited. Quinn stood beside me, her brows furrowed in concern as she noticed my restless energy. "Are you sure you're okay?" Quinn's worried inquiry mirrored my own unease, but I forced a nod, trying to appear calm. My tapping feet, however, betrayed my anxiety, drumming a nervous rhythm against the concrete floor.

Noella’s POV The hospital room where we were waiting for the DNA test results was sterile and cold, the smell of antiseptic filling the air. The walls were white, and several health posters were hanging neatly. The blue plastic chairs we sat on were hard and uncomfortable. The view of the room's large windows showed a green hospital garden, but none of that could calm my frantic feelings. Isabella, and I sat in the front row, waiting anxiously. My feelings were a mix of nervousness, disbelief, and burning hope. My hands were sweaty, and I squeezed my fingers repeatedly without realizing it, a habit that emerged whenever I felt particularly nervous.

The call logs are evidence. *Call logs.* I inclined my head to face him, He's already staring, straight face, pressed lips, no evident emotions. He's been like this throughout. I looked away and sighed. I'm nervous as hell. My fingers have been laced for God knows how long, the room is fully air-conditioned yet I'm hot on the outside. It would've been nice to get a hug from mom or dad or just hold Dylan. Regardless of how this ends, I'm thankful for everything they've done.

I grabbed our duffel and took Nirvana’s hand. “I’m nervous.” At least she admitted it, and I could hear her heartbeat racing. “Relax. It’s gonna be okay. They wouldn’t do something in the crowd. My guess is there’s a vehicle waiting outside.”

But I hesitate, afraid that even the lightest touch might disturb the fragile peace she seems to have found. Standing by her side, I can feel the tension in the room, the silent worry that grips everyone. Neal, Nathan, and Dave are just outside the room, pacing anxiously, their faces etched with concern. We’re all holding our breath, waiting for any sign that she’s coming back to us. The silence is heavy, filled with unspoken fears and prayers. Each of us is battling our own thoughts, the memories of what happened flashing in our minds like a terrible movie we can’t turn off.

I sighed. “Yeah, I have butterflies as well, but it’s a good thing, isn’t it?” He smiled, but I could see the tension in his smile. “I’m also nervous. I’ve been told that it’s normal to feel nervous. We don’t just see each other and mark each other. We have to go through the entire waiting game before we can get there and the anticipation can sometimes overwhelm you. Or, at least, that’s how I’ve been feeling.” I really did love this man! The way he would turn soft and vulnerable the moment I walked into the room …

I clasped my thighs together, sucke in deep breaths as I tried to calm my nerves. “Are you even listening?!” Penelope's voice jolted me from my reverie. Her brown eyes sank into mine in confusion. Her brow arched as she scanned my body. I gulped. My thighs pressed tighter as I was terrified she would sense my mood. “I am.” My voice went high and a nervous smile plastered my face. I gulped, shifting uncomfortably as I clenched my cunt to stop spewing juices. My fingers dug into the sheets beneath me to help me concentrate.