Novel Hold My Hand Novels & Stories

I had even painted multiple scenarios in my mind, with him visibly raging, his gaze filled with disdain as he looked at me, and yet, nothing had prepared me for what he did next. He had plastered the widest smile ever, held my hand in his, delicately. And that touch? It had transported me to several years back when warmth used to flood every cell in my body when we held hands. A simple action like holding hands had the power to freeze the world around us, back then. And now, a few years after our messy breakup, then even messier wedding, I still felt those emotions when he held my hands so delicately, and for a moment, I honestly didn't know how to react.

I asked him while keeping my gaze on my hand placed on the bed. “You are at my place.” He answered while taking a hold of my hand and instantly sparks ignited in my whole being. “Umm, could you please let go of my hand,” I whispered with a heavy heart. I wanted to let him hold my hand but I was afraid I’m crossing the line. He was married and it would be wrong on so many levels to have him hold my hand in his own house. I had expected him to release my hand when I spoke the words but instead, he clutched my hand tightly in his grasp. The action shocked me and I lifted my eyes to gaze at him.

His eyes softened as he looked at me. The wind picked up slightly, but neither of us moved. He held my hand like it was the only thing that kept him sane. I wasn’t used to that. People holding on to me. People staying.

“You know what I mean.” “I do.” He doesn’t move back. “And I’m still here.” I turn toward the door. His hand catches mine. Not my wrist. Not my arm. My hand. His fingers close around my fingers and he holds not tight, not pulling, just holding and the contact sends the bond up my arm like fire through a fuse. I stop. I don’t turn around.

Muted conversation and soft footsteps filled the room, but in our corner was utter silence. As we waited, my mother crossed her legs, her heels bouncing, fingers clasped above her thighs. My eyes lingered on her hand—one second, two seconds…a minute—Eli’s words echoing in my head. You can just hold her hand. I drifted my gaze back to my own hands that rested flat against the armrest. Just a hand. Just reached over her hand, and held it. It’s not some Mission Impossible. And just as I couldn’t bring myself to hold Eli’s hand yesterday, I couldn't hold her hand today.

He held my hand like that, until his stop came, and then, he let go and disappeared into the crowd. The next day, he didn't hesitate. He sat down, and his hand went straight to mine, interlocking our fingers under the newspaper on my thigh. And for some reason I still don't fully understand, I didn't mind. The fear and confusion were still there, but mixed in was a strange, lonely feeling of a connection. I knew him holding my hand was wrong, but it felt nice. It gave me a warm feeling, a connection. In my isolated world, where I received so little kindness or touch, this felt like something. Besides it had become our little secret.

And she thinks she don't have any of those. Hearing her sigh deeply, Jace turn around and try to hold her hand. She quickly hid her hands in her back. Honestly, she is not ready to answer the people if they see her holding hands with their CEO.

His eyes suddenly darted to the side,then in one smooth motion, he reached down and wrapped his fingers around my hand. The sudden skin-to-skin contact sent a jolt through me, and I stared at our joined hands in confusion. "A-Aiden?" I stammered, barely able to form words. Why was he suddenly holding my hand? "Isn't hand-holding normal between husband and wife?" he asked lazily, his voice smooth as silk. Well, when he put it that way... I instinctively interlaced our fingers, creating a more intimate grip. As our hands locked together, I caught the satisfied smile that spread across Aiden's lips. Something about that smile made my stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with hunger.

I clutched the book tightly around my chest because I couldn't even focus on the book when my mind was filled with so many thoughts. With a harsh movement, I closed the book and placed it on the couch before moving towards the huge glass window of this library. My heart was feeling uneasy. Nothing feels good. Nothing was going right. I had no one by my side. I sobbed softly while placing my palm against the glass. It was nearly evening with no signs of him-- My breath hitched when I felt a large hand covering mine against the glass. I gulped when I smelled his woody-spicy scent with a hint of cigarettes. I tried to pull my hand out of his hold, but he only tightened his grip, making it hard

' I held my right hand out and started reciting words that I cannot understand myself. "q̶̱͓̭͚͒̉̀̽͂͘ẖ̵̞̩̏͒̽͘͘w̸̹̜͗̆̓̄̈́̽c̶̯̼͉͋̀͛̋̿̎͂̐͝͝ͅṋ̸̦̪͍̆͋̔͆̒͠͝p̶̡̨̺̜̱͙̙̙̪̈́̓͆̕ͅs̷͎̝̜̦͚͓͌̄̚͠n̷̢̡̡͉͙̆̿̀̆͆̊̿̈́͛̚â̵̻̫̗̣̠̼̮͍̼͑͗̆ ę̵̛̟̯͓͉̜̙͇͖̇f̷͉̪̬̈́͋̀̋̀̍̓̋" I followed what Nova had taught me, at least what I remember. And moments later, a thick leather-bound book fell in my hand.