Novel Hold My Hand Novels & Stories

I wrapped my fingers around it, gently, carefully, holding the one part of him that I could. His hand was cold. I held it anyway. And I waited.

Though It might be too late feeling the heat. At least I won’t have to do it myself anymore. It’s already better. “Don’t you worry, Your Empress.” Maddie goes before it happens. She’s so quick that I don’t catch it until the warmth of her fingers. It’s a hand. Her hand. She's holding my hand? I am nearly blown away by just that. No one ever wants to touch me, let alone hold my hand. But little do I know I am in for an even bigger surprise. She's smiling so wide her eyes disappear.

He tells me. “Why this particular book?” I asked him. He looks at me with a grave look in his eyes. “This is the ddark hold” He says and I immediately step back. “No, that's not possible,; theddark holdwas lost to time.” I tell him. “That's what I thought too, but when I was getting books for the library, I somehow stumbled upon it.” He says,like it was just lying around waiting for him to find it. “The most powerful book against the supernatural and you just stumbled upon it?” I asked him and the disbelief was clear in my voice.

She grinned, extending her hand and I slipped my palm in hers, relishing her touch. "Hey look! It's one of your songs - Nights After Nights!" She whispered, running into the crowd and my hand slipped from hers. A slight panic settled in - a slight anxiety - but it vanished as soon as I found her, at center of the writhing crowd, hisp swaying to the rhythm and hands high up in the air and I felt myself getting entranced at the sight.

All this while I was holding his ‘ hand. "It's fine..." he hisses, his fingers dug into my skin as if he was trying to suppress something. "Can you let go?" He gasped, struggling to breathe. His other hand brushed through his hair gripping it "I am..." I stuttered...wait a minute. If he was holding me with one hand and the other was in his hair, what was I holding? I asked myself and never in the 22 years of my life had I felt so stupid. I knew immediately but my eyes still snapped at my grip.

I was surprised when he suddenly reached out, grabbed my hand, and tugged me forward, gently pulling me along. “Come, I have something for you,” he said, and I stared at him wide-eyed in shock as I followed him. He held my hand as if everything that had happened a few days ago had never happened. He held my hand as if I didn't disgust him. I couldn't pull my eyes away from him. God, he is gorgeous! Why did everything feel normal again? Why is he holding my hand like this? It felt… different… intimate. His fingers laced with mine at the bottom of the stairs, and I nearly fainted.

He took my hand in his palm and covered it with his other hand. His hand was large, warm, and strong. My face started to heat up. I was sure I was blushing. I wanted to pull my hand back, but he held it tightly and refused to let go. My heart thumped rapidly, like the beating of war drums. After several unsuccessful attempts to free my hand, I let him hold it. That morning, my heart softened when I saw a grown-up who had liked me for years saddened over his beloved grandmother. I wanted to comfort him, to make him feel better.

Every storefront seemed to sparkle, and I was sure that everything being sold inside was very overpriced and out of my budget range. "Why are you holding my hand?" I asked as I lifted our hands up slightly where they were connected. Ever since he helped me out of his car, Raphael had been holding my hand quite securely. "Are you scared that I'm going to run away?" I asked before narrowing my eyes slightly. –To be continued…

He even took the time to explain. "I've personally polished this stone with care, so feel free to hold it. It's not dirty." Finally, Cecilia got annoyed and gave it to him straight. "Hold my hand already!" Her hand was so delicate and soft. Holding it felt like holding a small and soft treasure. When Noel caught her hand, he grew tender and weak. His eyes glimmered slightly with tears. They quickly disappeared, giving way to joy. "Thank you for wanting to hold my hand." Cecilia was silent. Sometimes, it was better not to say anything.

I had this feeling that it was not just a small surprise, especially when I knew that they put a lot of effort just to make it happen. We stopped walking and slowly, my friends let go of my hand. I panicked a little bit and tried to take back their hands but I got someone else’s hand. And from the texture of this, it belongs to an older person and not my friends. Did they pass me to someone else without even saying anything? “Milan…” Oh, I was holding Madame Venice’s hand. “You can now open your eyes. Without asking any questions, I took a deep breath and slowly opened my eyes.