Into My Arms Novels & Stories

He was already broken, lost in whatever madness had taken over him, and I couldn’t let him go deeper. So, without thinking, I rushed to him. My body screamed in protest, but I didn’t care. I threw myself into his arms, clinging to him as if he were my lifeline. He was shouting, people were yelling at me to stop, but all I could focus on was the feeling of his arms wrapping around me again. As soon as he felt me, he stopped thrashing. The tension in his body melted away, and he pulled me closer, holding me tight. The room seemed to fade away, the noise became distant, and all that mattered was that I was safe in his arms.

he smiled and chuckled, holding his arms open to me. His kind smile and open arms melted my wounded heart and tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I ran face-first into his chest and tightly wrapped my arms around his torso. His warm heavy arms pulled me into him. It felt like he had no intentions to let me go, a feeling I needed desperately. He rested his cheek on the top of my head and peppered my forehead with kisses every so often until I felt strong enough to let him go and be okay.

"I love you." As I nudged myself into his awaiting arms, a rush of emotions cascaded over me, threatening to consume my very being. His embrace enveloped me, providing a sense of solace and security that I had long yearned for. At that moment, I surrendered to the overwhelming tide of emotions, allowing myself to be vulnerable and open to the possibilities that lay ahead. His arms held me in a tight embrace, a possessive hold that spoke volumes, reassuring me of his unwavering commitment and desire. It was a grip that conveyed a profound longing, a yearning for connection and redemption. In that embrace, I felt a surge of hope and determination, a flicker of light amidst the darkness that ha

I put my head on his chest, however, and stepped into his arms. And tonight that was all.

"Good." She opened her arms. I went into them while I strove to fight off the horrors that were dogging my every step.

And again. I closed my eyes inside her arms and held on tight. And somewhere deep in my chest.

I wrap my arms around her, nearly crying when she leans into me. “I’ve got you, Aurora,” I whisper. “You’re safe now.”

I fell asleep in his arms again this time not drowning, not shaking, but safe.

One moment my arms remained dead at my sides; and the next, they were kneading roughly on her shoulders, trying to massage some life back into her. Then abruptly – and without any thought, or even common sense on my part, I assure you – I was deep within her arms, crying like a babe. From there, a little bit of hope found its way back into our sorry lives.

And my father offered me his arm. I took it.