Novel & Cerita Novel Hold My Hand

I gathered the few things that I had brought along and shoved them into my handbag as I readied myself to follow Hayden. The door of the plane slowly opened, and Hayden led the way out. To my slight surprise, Hayden turned around to offer me his hand when he was standing in the doorway. I blinked rapidly before I slipped my hand into his much larger one. --To be continued… Please support my other works: Forbidde Heat, Lust Contracts and Conquering the Emperor

"Why don't you hold on to my arm for a change? I'd like it if you will hold my arm or my hand." I quickly looked at him, startled. "Are you crazy? Why would I do that?" "So that no one else will. Once they see you holding on to me, then they won't do it." "I am not sure if there's any logic on that." "Did you read my message on that book I gave you?" "Ohh, look! We're here. Need to go inside now. I'll see you tomorrow." I quickly opened the gate, waved at him, and closed it.

Evelyn remembered, and inquired of Hilda in a soft voice, "to hold my hand?" "What's holding hands? Why hold hands?" "Well ...... holding hands is just that, your hand firmly with mine, is proof that we are close." "Then I want to hold hands!" "But you need to wipe your hands clean, your hands are full of demon blood. I don't like to touch anything too dirty." "...... wiped clean." "What a good boy." Evelyn and Hilda walked side by side, their hands tightly clasped together. Despite the awkwardness of their situation, there was a sense of tranquility in their small journey. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the landscape.

; I can manage,” she instantly denies his offer, which pisses him off. “Shut up, do you want to rip my t-shirt?” “Don’t worry, I won’t touch you.” But, making her surprised, he takes her hands and holds them tightly. She looks at him with an extremely beating heart. “Y-you says no touch.” “Whatever, don’t give this look; it’s 2200 dollars and I don’t want to ruin it; close your eyes now.” Ellen rolls her eyes, but this sight keeps reminding them about the last time. “Judy, don’t worry; I’ll keep holding your hand tightly; please close your eyes.” The same sentence he told her on their last trip to Hawaii, the sweetest memory keeps floating in front of their eyes. They are present here and re

Nova's POV The first note appeared tucked inside my favourite book whilst folded into a small square. I found it when I settled into the armchair after lunch whilst opening the book to where I left off. The paper was cream coloured and expensive. The handwriting was neat and precise. "Soon you will be mine." My hands shook as I read the words whilst my heart starting to pound. I looked around the room but I was alone. The guards were stationed outside my door like always. When did someone put this here? How did they get into my room?

Mirabella The clatter of the metal bowl slipping from my hands should have echoed like a thunderclap in the quiet kitchen. I winced, squeezing my eyes shut in anticipation of the crash—but instead of a shattering noise, there was silence. Hesitantly, I opened one eye and blinked in surprise. A hand. A hand held the bowl midair, fingers curled around the metal rim with effortless steadiness. Antonio. Not Antarctica, like my half-asleep mind whispered at first—no, Antonio.

I don’t know how long I have been in what feels like a straight jacket, but I am ready to be released from this captivity. I can feel something on my hand. I can move my fingers just a little. It’s a hand. It’s too rough to be Mama’s hand. Maybe it’s Daddy or maybe it’s Holden. I am trying to move my hand, well at least I think I am moving my hand. I keep trying and I can finally open my eyes. The lights are so bright, they hurt my eyes. I try to clear my throat, but it is so dry. I look over and Holden is holding my hand. His head is laying on the bed and he is sound asleep. I did not think I could love him more than I do right now. He is right by my side where he belongs.

(DANE POV) I extended my hand to her as we made our way to the newbie dorm, a seemingly small gesture but one heavy with significance. "Hold my hand," I proposed, aiming to ward off any potential suitors with a clear signal of my interest, a protective stance against those I deemed unworthy of her. It worked. This act of holding hands transcended mere physical contact. It became our silent assertion of connection. The masters we encountered paid their respects with curtsies, their glances lingering just a bit too long on our joined hands, recognizing the claim I was laying without a need for words.

I decided to sit down while reading the novel I just bought, despite the fact that not a single sentence, or even a word entered my mind. Ozgur sat beside me, occasionally he looked at me, but he didn't say anything. My left hand which was on the back of the chair, suddenly, slowly Ozgur grabbed my hand. I wanted to pull my hand back, but this time he wouldn't allow it. He held my hand very tightly.

“I’m scared. What can I do with my life? I’m not even eighteen. It’s like chasing the unknown, just like you said. I feel like I’m suddenly alone…” Liam sighed, and then he held my gaze. “Can I hold your hand?” I nodded. Slowly and tenderly, he took my hand and entwined his fingers with mine. “Have you ever held a guy’s hand before?” I sniveled my tears back. “Just Samuel’s…” His eyes gleamed again. A ghost smile played on the sides of his lips. “Then I must be lucky. Can I hold you?” I was stunned, but my cheeks felt as red as ever. “Yes…”