Lirik Lagu Holding On Novels & Stories

WARNING: Mature Content || R18 Please be advised that this story contains mature themes and strong language. "I don't believe in God but I prayed you from Him." - Zerus Craige He's a killer. A gunman. A hired assassin. A cold-blooded young man living on his own created world. He's a devil from the deepest pit of hell. He kills, in exchange for money. Until his gaze was drawn to a woman wearing a black veil and holding a rosary. Fuck!

The seventh time Claire Fisher bailed on our marriage license appointment, I finally cut her out of my life—for good. From then on, if she was at a party, I wasn't. When she was scheduled to perform at our college's anniversary celebration, I made sure to leave early. The moment my company announced a collaboration with hers, I resigned without a second thought. Even on Christmas Eve, when she showed up at my parents' house with gifts, I slipped out with a half-hearted excuse about "visiting a friend." I blocked her number. Deleted her from my contacts. Burned every bridge and salted the earth behind me. No calls. No texts. No social media. I didn't reach out. She couldn't reach me. Simple as that. For the better part of my life, I was hopelessly in love with her—waiting on her, caring for her, putting her first in every way that mattered. I gave her all of me without ever holding back. But after the seventh time she left me sitting alone at the City Hall, something inside me broke. I was done. If that meant spending the rest of my life alone, so be it. Better that than sitting in an empty apartment, listening to the silence, holding on to hope for someone who never planned to show up.

It is the third year of my marriage when the video of my bodyguard, Julian Sutherland, holding an umbrella over me in a downpour goes viral. Overnight, the internet becomes obsessed with the "Icy Protector and his Forbidden Heiress." Netizens are relentless; they dig through the archives until they unearth a ten-year-old clip. In the video, a girl was holding a pair of high-heeled shoes while sprinting through the Folander airport. My friend teased, "No way, Ms. Serina Brown. Are you really flying back home to confess to that poor man? What could you possibly see in him?" The camera shakes, capturing my youthful face. I was just a reckless 20-year-old. "I love Julian. I love everything about him." That night, after seeing the video, Julian loses his composure and bursts into my room. "I didn't know you loved me back then. I thought… I thought… God, it was never supposed to end like this." I pull my coat around me and stand rooted on the spot, remaining silent. Suddenly, a mocking laugh echoes from behind me. Someone places their hand firmly on my waist and says, "Are you trying to reminisce about your love with my wife right in front of me? Do I look dead to you?"

I loved Spencer. Even though I knew he only saw Fiona when he looked at me. I clung to the wedding dress he picked out himself, holding onto the dream of a future that felt so close. But on our wedding day, she came back. In front of everyone, he has my dress ripped apart—for her. Now, he knelt before my grave, begging for forgiveness. But all I could think was, even here, he was ruining my peace.

She doesn't want to be in this marriage. She doesn't want to be anyone's replacement. She loves him with all of her, but in return, he calls her a cheap woman with no self-esteem. She is hurt. Still, she holds on to this love. This love is like a barbed wire. The more she holds on to it, the more it bleeds her. Eventually, she chooses to let go. But she doesn't know, he is on the other end, holding on tightly to this string of love. Can they fix this? Can they rewrite this love all over?

Synopsis: “You may pretend like you don't know me but I know a body I've touched when I see one,” he caressed her cheeks, holding her gaze. Leilani, a loyal girl, gets backstabbed when she arrives at the altar and sees her best friend standing in her place. A few years later she returns to take her revenge. Things are different now and she has a loving man by her side. But that's not all, her Ex wants her back.

For Calvin Mario Harald, all the events between him and Aurora Smith were not just a coincidence. For some reason, he was so sure, the woman whose status as his boss was specially destined by God to be with him. No matter how hard Aurora refuses, Mario will never give up. Count, twice they slept together. However, the beautiful woman kept denying it, even assuming that Mario was not her ideal type of man. Will Mario's love be reciprocated in the end? Or Aurora remains stubborn, holding on to her convictions.

Eve ran away from her home after her father forced her to walk down the aisle for the benefit of his company. It was too late to turn back as she fell into the hands of a man who took advantage and tried to make money by holding her hostage, but she ran away from it and ended up in an isolated town where she met a quiet, reserved man. Hunter. She thought the people she met were just simple car repairmen. She was so wrong.

My grandma once told me about mystical stories, that they are living creatures who lives in between the shadows. I didn't believe it, who would believe such magical stories? But I realized that magical isn't the point of my grandma when I met him. He was bathing in blood, holding a long thick flanged mace on his left hand while licking the blood dripping on his right hand. That's how I met him, the creature I fell in love with.

When I arrived at my wedding in my bridal gown, I found an octagonal fighting ring set up in the center of the stage. My fiance, Derek Hale, was holding the hand of his "girl bro," Chloe Shaw. With a smile, he handed me a pair of boxing gloves and explained, "Vivian, this is a tradition from my hometown. The bride has to get into the ring and wrestle one of the groomsmen for good luck. I asked Chloe to go up. Just play along for a minute." Looking at Chloe, who was always acting frail and sickly, I did not think much of it and stepped straight into the ring. But the next second, she threw an extremely professional spinning kick and knocked me unconscious with a severe concussion on the spot. When I woke up, I was paralyzed in a hospital bed. Derek stood there holding Chloe's hand and said to me, "Our relatives and friends gave us so much wedding money. The wedding can't go on without a bride. Chloe is willing to take care of me in your place. You're so kind, Vivian. You won't mind, right?" Under the torture of humiliation and severe depression, I pushed my wheelchair off the rooftop of our wedding home. When I opened my eyes again, I was back one month before the wedding. I turned around and knocked on the door of a national-level kickboxing champion training base. "Coach, if I trained for a month, can I punch someone's head open?"