Mr. Sy, Hold Me Tight Novels & Stories

"Open wide." Kill me.

"Do not assume for the bad things to happen, Be optimistic Miss Cooper even I have faith in the bottom line that good things are going to happen for both of you." I opened my lips but none of the words came out. So the old man knows something between me and Alpha Brad yet he keeps his mouth shut and does not inform the Alpha King. I admire his loyalty to Brad. "Now, shall we start Miss Cooper?" His question puts me back to the situation in front of me. "Yes, and please call me Sydney." He nodded. "Alright Sydney, I am going to hold your pulse in the left hand and you close your eyes as we take you back from the past. Let me take the lead and let me know if you start to feel dizzy so that I c

"The penny hold, baby girl and six whips." I look at him confused, penny hold. What the hell is the penny hold? "Face the wall, hands behind your back, baby girl." I do as he says. Facing the wall, I hear him move, his hands tying my arms behind my back with rope, then I watch as he places a penny on the wall. "Hold it with your nose." I go to walk forward, but his hand grasps my hip. "Oh no, baby girl, you don't stand up straight, bend forward." I do as he says and lean forward, my nose against the penny and holding it to the wall.

He was also in the same class as John and I. Mrs. Cooper smiled and gave him an acknowledging nod, gesturing for him to go ahead and speak, “Gio?” “Our friends,” said Gio, as he patted me on the back. John, who was sitting on the other side of me patted my back and wiped a fake tear from his eye, then replied in a fake heartfelt tone “We love you man.” I chuckled and asked a rhetorical question with a prideful tone, “How could you not?” then pointed to myself “I am amazing.”

“Ssh!” Qing Han said, pulling me closer to himself. “I only want to hold you like this.” He was hugging me so tightly that it made me feel like I would suffocate. But that wasn’t what scared me. I was worried about the things we might do if he kept holding me like that. “Qing Han,” I called helplessly, hoping he would understand and let me go. But instead, he turned over and lay on his side, still hugging me. At that moment, my struggles didn’t mean anything.

"I'm gonna scream if you touch me there sir. This isn't right." "Scream for your Daddy, baby." He bit her earlobe. "I know you want me as much as I do. So stop deceiving yourself." Syntia's eyes widened when she felt her body in the air. Before she could properly process what was happening, she found herself with a heavy thud on the bed. "What are you doing, sir?!" "There's no point waiting when we're both roasting. Spread wide for me let me do something about–" "I'm not horny; you are obviously. Please get off me or I'll scream!"

he half yelled I’m sorry sir; I said really scared I entered and closed the door with my hand shaking I was really scared I stood by the door and stared at him “Good,” he said seating on his bed “Come closer now, will you keep standing by the door?” He questioned “I’m sorry sir;” I said and walked up to him “Good;” he murmured “Have your seat;” he said pointing at his bed beside him “Sir?” I called with a frown He shot a stare at me I heaved a sigh and sat beside him on his bed He smirked He held my waist and began moving closer to me I tried stopping him but he held me tight

Sir Migs called, still laughing into his phone. “I’d appreciate it if it was just you staring, not them,” I yelled, scanning the crowd. My eyes caught Hade glaring at Sir Migs—the feeling in my stomach twisted as it always did when Sir Migs touched my hand. Hank stepped in front of Hade, blocking my view. Hade’s stare lingered, and I tried to smile naturally, but it came out all wrong. “Sydney,” Sir Migs said, breaking my thoughts. “Do you mind if I drop the ‘ma’am’?”

I struggled against his grip, but he was unyielding. "Are you provoking me again, Serena? How many times must I say it? You're my woman!" It seemed that I had to be loyal to him as long as I was his woman. Jethro was such a possessive guy, no matter what he thought of me deep down. "Let go, Jethro. Let go now!" Jethro was strong and I was in pain and near tears. I regretted coming out tonight. Talk about bad luck! "Jethro. If you don’t let go, I’ll scream. I’ll scream that you’re harassing me!" I threatened, but deep down, I feared he wouldn't care.

Hesitantly, I reached for the doorknob, but before I could even touch it, I felt a soft tap on my shoulder. I froze, my heart racing as I rapidly turned around. Standing before me was a man, dressed in an immaculate white suit, his hair neatly combed. His eyes were a piercing, unsettling shade of pale blue, but it was his smile that made me freeze—a grin so wide, so unnaturally stretched, I thought his mouth would surely hurt from the effort. “Welcome, Mia,” he said, his voice smooth and calming, yet tinged with something too serene. “My name is Apollo,” he stated, still smiling that impossible smile.