Novel Hold My Hand Novels & Stories

I released my hold on his hand, but the newcomer still held my arm. “And why aren’t you letting go of her arm?” A new voice entered and I turned my head in the direction of the new familiar voice immediately, which was the wrong thing to do, because my eyes rolled and my body felt dizzy. My body tipped back but the hold on my arm tightened and another was wrapped around my waist, keeping me from meeting the hardwood. Time slowed, and the familiar musky, earthy scent filled my nostrils. I smiled. “GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF HER!”

Viex and Custard returned to their smaller form instantly. “Um…” I started to say. “What?” Ace demanded with a raised brow. “Do you have a question?” I said awkwardly and scratched the side of my cheek in embarrassment. How should I word it out? “Hand.” I said. “What hand?” I blushed and raised my other hand that he was still holding on to. Ace’s eyes widened and he immediately released his hold on my hand and got up. “What the hell are you doing holding onto my hand?!”

And after a very close look, I saw that I was the one controlling the hold. Instantly, feeling somewhat hot, I pulled my hand out of his and made for the door. As my legs approached the exit, I wondered if it would be appropriate to look back at him. "Ruby?" He must have deduced the thoughts in my head. "Yeah?" I turned instantly. "I like holding hands with you." My hands suddenly felt itchy as if they were missing the contact of our palms. "Uh?" I asked, shocked yet intrigued. "I am going to add it to the list of things I want to do with you."

“Let’s go,” Adrian said as he reached down and held my hand in his. It was strange but I haven’t gotten used to holding his hand. Although we were just holding hands, I found myself blushing a little. My eyes widened in surprise as I turned to meet his gaze when Adrian intertwined his fingers with mine tightly. I didn’t know what to say when he smiled at me like that.

I try my hardest not to look at her as I take the wet shirt off her body, turning my head as I dry her with a towel before pulling the dry shirt back down. Damn, the woman, has a body a man could get lost in for days, there's no way im going to let my brothers see her naked I think to myself as I pull the shirt down to her knees. I then find myself sat in a chair next to the bed, holding her hand. Leaving me thinking what is this holding hands about I've never felt the need to hold a woman's hand before? It's just because she ill I tell myself after all shes Austin Rutherfords Fiancee, the gold digger I try to remind myself as I keep hold of her hand my thumb absently running circles over he

She would kill me if that happened. "I-I don't think—I-" "Please." He said with sincerity in his eyes as his hands found mine and held them. I almost thought I was going to have a panic attack. I stared down at our hands as I wondered just how possible it was for his hands to be that warm and smooth. I blinked twice as I continued to stare at our hands awkwardly. I wasn't trying to make the situation awkward but that couldn't be avoided as I was a naturally born awkward person. Not to talk of the fact that the man I had these sinful feelings for was holding my hands and begging me!

He was holding my hand tightly and I was trying to understand the situation. I tried to free my hand from his hold but he didn't let me do it. "Leave me. Leave my hand, you freak." I shouted. He was still making eye contact and then he slowly opened his fist and let my hand go. I looked at my hand and then to him. I examined his whole getup and his looks. I looked at him from head to toe.

Attractively annoying nerd. I move away before I get further irritated by the sight and I walk to the other shelf. I can’t get that image off my mind and my mood is officially ruined as I look through the names of the books. "Oh, there." I stand on my feet and raise my hand in an attempt to grab the book on the upper shelf and as the tip of my finger touches it, a hand closes over mine and grabs the book. "A pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to struggle. "

I look down at his hand, and slip my fingers between his in one sudden movement. "Yay! We're holding hands with Mate! I'm so happy!" Grace fangirls. Before I can let go of his hand, he firmly squeezes my hand. "Let go!" I demand, swinging my arm around. An amused expression made its way onto his face. "Nope," He replies, just like I said when he asked me to hold his hand. "If you want me to let your hand go, then why did you hold it in the first place?" He asks, raising our hands up.

“I called you Mr Montgomery in front of Mrs Collins and she questioned me. I don’t think I can handle this any better” “Even if you kept your mouth shut, she would question you. You flinch every time I touch you” “It’s… I’m having a hard time wrapping myself up in all of this! I’m so not used to physical contact and all of this seems like a dream, I don’t know… I’m just scared I screw everything up” “We’ll have to change that, then” he stated at me briefly before gabbing my hand and pull me against his chest. I tried to avoid eye contact but his hand in my neck made me lift my head on instinct.