Mr. Sy, Hold Me Tight Novels & Stories

MANDY YU POV:) "What does Mr. Sy's youngest child look like?" "Maybe, the handsome one like Sir Johnser? Kyaaahh! I hope so!" "He's still young. When I read the article, he was only 22. We're three years older than him." "Too bad! It's okay. If it's handsome, I'll re-rape it. Hahaha!"

MANDY YU POV:) "What does Mr. Sy's youngest child look like?" "Maybe, the handsome one like Sir Johnser? Kyaaahh! I hope so!" "He's still young. When I read the article, he was only 22. We're three years older than him." "Too bad! It's okay. If it's handsome, I'll re-rape it. Hahaha!"

“Please—just hold me. Don’t let go.” He doesn’t speak, he pulls me closer, holding me tightly under the pouring rain and stroking my head in what seems like muscle memory. “I’ve got you,” he whispers, kissing the top of my head. “I’ve got you. I’m here. I’m not letting go.” he says, rocking me gently. I cry, soundless and heavy, my tears washed away by the rain. “Siren, you’ll catch a cold.” He softly says. “We have to get you somewhere warm, you’re cold.”

Seo-Jin replied standing up. ~*~*~*~*~* "Take the medicine Jung-Hoon, you are behaving like a kid now." Syanja whined while holding medicine near his mouth. He groaned but obeyed her and take the medicine with water. Syanja sighed and wiped Jung Hoon's face with a wet cloth. "You need to get well soon." Syanja whispered, looking straight into his face. Jung-Hoon remained silent staring at her, he then grabbed her arm pulling it towards himself. He leaned forward pressing his lips onto hers. "You talk too much." Jung-Hoon teased her.

Sony responded with equal fervour, surrendering to his ardent kiss, their love a flame that burned ever brighter. "Yes, Mahesh, yes. We are one now." Sony whimpered, absolutely loving how he was taking charge of her. Mahesh held Sony close, his touch igniting a fire within her. In his arms, she felt safe and desired. Every whisper and caress spoke volumes of their deep connection and unbreakable bond. As they surrendered themselves to the intensity of their love, they knew that their union would withstand any storm and that their love story would be written with unwavering devotion and unwritten promises.

“Yes, let’s make many babies together. You can teach them how to sing and I will teach them how to swim. Uh! I’m close, Floopy.” Clinging onto his alpha tighter, Floopy bounced his legs to connect them faster. “Inside me… do it inside me!” he urged with urgency as he approached his newest high. Syris didn’t resist and let the pleasure take over, holding onto Floopy’s hips tightly as he let out a strangled groan. Floopy screamed when his insides were coated in Syris’ colour. He shuddered and arched his back, letting his eyes roll back while letting the climax rule his body once more.

"What if I agreed?" Now Syrus also looked around the room as if he was looking for something. He was visibly uncomfortable, but he returned to her bed and put a small device on the bedside table, which he switched on immediately. "It emits high-frequency interference waves, so our conversation cannot be overheard by technical means." Syrus sat down on the same chair on which Dante had been sitting. His features looked exhausted and you could see his human age clearly. The white smock he wore over his dark trousers was wrinkled; he pulled it tighter around his slim body as he crossed his arms. "So what exactly do you mean?"

_ _Me: “Ad, I can’t. I can’t do this. I can’t—” _Adrian: “Okay. Okay. We’re not doing anything. I’m just— Can I hold you. Just hold you. Tell me to stop and I will.”_ Silence. Breathing. _Me: “Don’t. Please don’t let go.”_ _Adrian: “I won’t. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”_ More silence. Two minutes. Three. _Me: “Adrian.”_ _Adrian: “Yeah.”_ _Me: “If we— If this— I don’t care if he’s mine.”_

The motorcycle roars to life, a deep vibration echoing through the concrete garage. He looks back at me over his shoulder, his eyes gleaming behind his visor. "Get on, Syd. And hold on to me as tight as you humanly can." I climb onto the elevated rear seat, and the moment my arms wrap securely around his broad, solid torso, a heavy wave of warmth rushes through me. I press my chest firmly against his back, burying my face slightly into his shoulder.

It felt as though the house itself exhaled something strained. A soft clinking sound drifted from the kitchen. She followed it, unsure of what she would find, and paused when she saw Adrian standing beside the counter. His posture was rigid in a way she had never seen before. His shoulders were squared, but not with confidence. This time, they held something restrained. A tension that hummed quietly, like a storm building far beyond the horizon yet impossible to ignore.