No Arms Can Ever Hold You Novels & Stories

I’m not sure if Brock is still on our tale, but I don’t think he can see if we are holding hands. Still, I don’t say anything, only holding on to him like a lifeline.

I hold my purse as firmly as I could then force myself up the stool. Oh no. I panic as my body falls backwards on its own. I calculated wrongly. Strong arms corners me, holding me up. Normally, when someone stops you from falling, you feel grateful but my saviour’s hands are hugging me tightly. I feel his breath hard on my neck and his arms like a pillar around me. “Thank you.” I mutter, trying to leave his grip and sit my ass back down.

“Please…” My legs give out. I don’t realize I’m falling until Zayn’s arms are suddenly around me, firm—as though he’s been waiting for me to collapse, just to catch me before I hit the floor. One hand braces my back, the other steadying my waist. I feel how easily he holds me. How small and fragile I must be in his arms.

He wants me to do some more arm workouts but I can't. "Please don't make me use my arms please. I can hardly lift them." He laughs at that. "I think that you need more practice if this is all you can give me." He grins "Oh yeah, how about this." I go and play punch him. He laughs and starts trying to get me, he is holding back though not wanting to hurt me. He throws a light punch to my side and it still slightly hurt but I didn't let on. I go to throw a punch to his head but he blocks it, I go to throw another punch at him but he grabs my arm and spins me around so that he is holding me from behind.

It was a firm hold. A single, long sigh. Instability in the knees. Those with apprehensive or doubtful hearts. As I held Oswin's arm tightly with my left hand, I felt a surge of warmth go through my body and into my arm. In a flash, that force went down the man's arms and into his veins, where it would remain like a tree's trunk. It included Myra, who was holding onto Oswin's left hand, and Chase, who was standing behind him.

The days I spent with Douglas made me feel like I was born again. Ross watched as Douglas brought me coffee and helped me put on my coat. He saw how natural and intimate we were together. Finally, he turned and walked away, looking defeated. "Honey, he's still holding on to you. It's infuriating," Douglas muttered, watching Ross retreat. I smiled and gave him a kiss. "I can't change his mind. But that's not my problem anymore, now that I'm your wife." We exchanged a look, and shared a quiet, knowing smile.

"Here." I stare at his bare palm, shuddering. "Uh, I'll just hold your arm." He doesn’t question it, allowing me to grab the sleeve of his shirt, as the world begins to dissolves around us.

“I’m always here for you.” He slid his arms under me and lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing. My arms clung to his neck instinctively. He held me tight.

He picked my hand that he held against the wall, and twisted it also behind my back, holding both my hands in one of his… Realizing that I had been completely incapacitated by him, I struggled even more, fighting like my life depended on it. “Ugh… ah, let go.” I groaned and then a sound came from my shoulders—a pop sound and I stilled. “Now, hold still or you will break your arm.” he said softly against my neck before pressing a kiss there. He wasn’t concerned if my arms break or not, he has made it known that he is unwilling to let go of me.

"You won't let me go, right." A smile relaxes his face as he hears me putting so much trust in his hands. "I promise I'll hold onto you. I won't let you go." Shivering in the breeze, I let him pull me towards the waves. Timidly I place a toe in. "I have an idea," he scoops me into his arms and holds me tightly to his chest. "Wrap your arms and legs around me," he insists. "I'll hold you, you hold me. If we are both holding on to each other, we can't lose one another."