Novel Hold My Hand Novels & Stories

If that wasn't enough, she turned to my side still holding my hand. "What is this?" I whispered to myself.Everytime I tried to draw it away, she held it even tighter so I had no choice but to wake her up. "Nina?" I shook her but she didn't even flinch. "Nina?" I shook her again more vigorously this time. "What?" She snapped on my face that I was speechless for a moment.. "You are holding my hand." "Which hand?" She hadn't realised that she was holding.I pointed at it and the second it dawned to her, she swallowed her words.

Zach’s hand was so rough and the crazy thing was that they fit perfectly with mine. “What am I suppose to turn to?” Zach inquired as he tried to remove his hand and I held it back. I glared at him again. My face softens as I tightened my grip on him, “So this is why I see people hold hands, it is the nicest thing ever,” I grinned as I examined both hands been interlocked. “You have never held a person before?” Zach asked me, I didn’t even know when I had nod my head to confirm his assertion and now he demanded an explanation. “Why?”

She got startled when he held her hands and surprisingly his hands were warm unlike hers which were freezing. "Leave my hand." But instead of leaving her hands he held them more firmly, the warmth of his hands seeping inside her cold ones. She tired her best to get her hands out of his hold and was successful to free her one hand but wasn't able to free the other one. "LEAVE IT." Gritting her teeth she again tried to get her hand out of his hold, but his grip was strong, very strong,and it was getting on her nerves. "Nope. I like how your hand fit perfectly with mine."

Noel holds my hand suddenly before I step out. "Help??" I blinked my eyes repeatedly when my gaze met those of two sharp blue eyes that now looked glazed belonging to a manly-faced man with an extraordinary handsome face. "Help me to get out of this uncomfortable feeling..." *** .

I reached for it and wanted to grab it as quickly as I could from him unfortunately the man held my hand instead "Vic" what was he doing, we were in public, it was enough that he tricked me but holding my hand in such an intimate way had my heart thumping loudly against my chest. I grew nervous and felt cold liquid dripping down my face. It was confirmed we were on a romantic date. Our first date.

The old trees that surround us seem to whisper, inviting us in. “Come on,” Holden says, motioning for me to enter. There’s tension in his voice, an edge that wasn’t there before. I glance over at him, noticing the slight crease between his brows, and the way he scans the surroundings. It’s like walking into a dream, or maybe a legend. I’m stepping into another world. “Something’s not right,” Holden whispers, grabbing my hand in a tight grip. My breath catches, and I feel warmth take over my chest. This is the first time he’s held my hand in a non-sexual situation. He’s unconsciously seeking my touch to calm him. He’s seeking the comfort of the bond.

To Love You Again, My Husband Chapter 76: You’re Mine and I am Yours Completely! Airina’s POV Jackson held my hand and through his touch, he expressed his sincerity. Although it as just our hands holding each other, I knew for sure that he told me he wouldn’t let go of me again.

"Good weird. I keep waiting for you to remember the contract and jump to the other end of the couch." Dominic's hand found her ankle, his thumb tracing small circles against her skin. "The contract's in pieces on the coffee table. And even if it wasn't, I'm done running from this." The microwave hummed to life, filling the apartment with the smell of butter and popcorn. Maxwell emerged a few minutes later with an overflowing bowl and dropped into the recliner with practised ease. "Alright, what are we watching? And before you say anything, Ericka, if you pick The Notebook again, I'm leaving."

Not cruelly, nor given handouts due to pity over my status as a human. Just… fairly. Before I could even give voice to those thoughts, however, Edwin was snapping his folder shut. He circled the desk and strode up to me, nodding toward my left hand. “Hold your hand out,” he said simply. Although I couldn’t help but furrow my brow at the unexpected request, I did as he said. I held my left hand out so that it hovered in the air between us, palm up. Without a word, Edwin took my hand and held it in his.

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