Into My Arms Novels & Stories

I placed my hands on his interlocked hands which lay on my belly as I closed my eyes and let myself feel safe in his arms. * * * *

His strong arms enveloped me, creating a secure cocoon that shielded me from the complexities of the outside world. With an effortless grace, he effortlessly scooped me up, cradling me in his arms. My legs naturally found their place, encircling his waist like a child seeking refuge in the arms of a parent. The once-familiar sensation of being carried, elevated above the ground, brought forth a rush of nostalgia and a surge of affection.In that moment, I felt an indescribable sense of belonging, as if every worry and uncertainty had dissipated into the ether. The familiarity of his touch, the contour of his hug, resonated with a profound comfort that echoed through the deepest recesses of my

It felt as though fear had wrapped itself around my body and nailed me to the floor. So I stayed there. Holding his jacket. Waiting. Praying. The door swung open. I looked up so fast my neck hurt. August walked in. His left arm rested in a sling. I didn't think. I just ran to him. I threw my arms around him as carefully as I could. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

Tears start streaming as I sob, and fall into Rob's arms. He hugs me back; one hand on my back, the other running his hand through my hair.

It just had to be me. He gathered me into his arms. A soft sigh left me as I clung unto the warmth of his body not willing to let go.

Tears caressed my cheeks as I grabbed what I could possibly find to throw as I shouted random words and sentences of how I hated this sick twisted reality. Suddenly, someone grabbed a hold my arm pulling me into a muscled chest. His large arms caged my tiny frame, preventing me from moving away and break yet another piece of object that was in the room. I whimpered tightly holding onto his shirt. By the familiar arms and touch I knew exactly who was embracing me. The very same arms that held me last night was holding me now, as I sobbed into his chest.

I'm completely lost in his heavenly arms. As soon as I came into his arms, I understood, this is the place where I belong since my birth. This is the place which I'd been searching for all my life. This is my real home, the safest place where I have no fear, no stress, there is only utter peace and solace.

Nicole felt happy to see that her son was quickly adapting to her family. He went from one set of arms to another, and everyone was delighted with him. They ate amidst laughter and jokes, and for the first time in a long time, Nicole felt truly free. After a while, she heard the doorbell ring. Nicole stood up and headed towards the door to see who it was. When she opened it, she was surprised to find Bruno standing in front of her. He had his arms crossed over his chest, wearing a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and jeans. Nicole looked him up and down, realizing that he still stirred up the same emotions in her. She cleared her mind to be able to speak.

Then, slowly, I stepped into his embrace. His arms wrapped around me, enveloping me in a warmth that I hadn’t realized I was craving. His touch was gentle, his hands moving in slow, soothing circles on my back. The simple act of being held, of feeling another person’s heartbeat against mine, was a balm to my shattered nerves. I felt a sliver of hope, a faint flicker of comfort amidst the chaos that had become my life.

I muttered just as she threw her arms around me and sobbed into my chest. What a mess!