Novel Hold My Hand Novels & Stories

Less than a month. She slid her thumb under the flap and opened it slowly. The paper yielded without resistance. Inside was a folded sheet and a pressed flower, flattened thin as memory—pale petals ghostly against the white, fragile stem, a faint brown shadow. The kind of thing that had once been alive now existed only as evidence. She brushed her fingertip over the petal; it shivered, delicate as the hush between songs.

I moved my hand to cover hers completely. Her hand was small under mine. It was warm. I felt the shock of the sparks. It felt like a jolt of electricity. It was the best feeling I had ever felt. I finally looked at her. Her eyes were closed and there was a small smile on her lips. She didn't pull away. She moved her fingers. Her fingers curled around mine. She was holding my hand back. The simple action was monumental. I didn't remember ever holding hands with a girl before. It felt like I had won something huge. I hoped Zane would keep driving. I hoped we would never get to the beach. I just wanted to sit here forever, holding her hand. The delicious scent of coffee was all around me. The w

He thought to myself, "Calista is offended by me for holding her hand!" Rhino slowly let go of Calista's hand and stood straight. As soon as Rhino let go of her hand, Calista hugged Rhino without thinking. At first Rhino was very surprised by this suddenness. After a while, he gave a satisfied smile on his lips and put his hands on Calista's back and hugged her tightly. Rhino closed his eyes and hugged her tightly and kept sniffing Calista's body through her hair. Rhino's hot breath fell on Calista's neck. Calista grabbed Rhino's back by holding his blezer with both hands. Rhino raised his head and gently kissed the side of Calista's head over her hair lightly. That's why Calista could not u

🪷ISORA🪷 My eyes snapped open. My hand tightened on something that was absolutely not a blanket, was nothing like a blanket, was warm and hard and… I snatched my hand back so fast I nearly hit myself in the face with it, and the heat that flooded my cheeks arrived before I had finished processing what I had been holding, before my brain had fully assembled the complete picture of what my hand had found in the night and decided to hold onto. I had been holding the morning hard length of him.

Ramdam din niya ang panginginig ng kamay nito habang nakahawak sa kaniya. NANGINGINIG ang kamay na sinagot ni Yesha ang tawag ng isang hindi pamilyar na caller. May idea na siya kung sino ito kaya natatakot siyang tanungin. Pagod na ako sa hirap ng mga 'to.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The second thing was the hand. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Still there. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Still holding mine with the same steady grip that had been the one constant through all of it, the pulse I had followed like a rope through the dark, and I knew before I opened my eyes that I didn't want to move too fast because moving too fast might disturb the hand and I wasn't ready to lose the hand yet. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

The novel sensation left Noah’s heart feeling strangely at peace. Hmph. Forget it. This was his soon-to-be husband. Let alone just innocently holding hands – it would be within his husbandly rights even if he wanted to hug and kiss. Compared to the shameful alternative, Noah was more than happy to just hold hands. And besides, it’s not like he, Noah, hadn’t held hands before. In fact, he might as well be a professional hand holder! He held hands with his little brothers and sisters in the orphanage every time they crossed the street for 20 years! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

But before I could even pull my hand back, his other hand came up and caught both my wrists, holding them tighter in place. “Wait—” I gasped, my voice breaking slightly as I tried to process how quickly the situation had changed. My heart was now beating way too fast. My dark romance novel was still in my hand. Half open. My finger is still stuck between the pages. Vincent’s eyes dropped to it again. Slowly. Carefully. Like he had all the time in the world. Then slowly, without breaking eye contact with me for long, he reached up with his free hand and carefully pulled the book open to the exact page where my finger was holding it.

"But what really happened here? Why is a book burnt?. I wrote quickly, my hand still trembling. I don't know. I touched one book and it started to burn. I dropped it. It was a weak lie, but it was all I had in that moment of panic. Suddenly, Noah's eyes caught something. He grabbed my hand roughly, turning it over. "You're burned." He was right. My hand was red and blistered from where I had held the burning book. I had been so terrified by what I'd read and by the fire that I hadn't even felt the pain.

“I hope the partnership between your company and Hot House Flower is both smooth and fortuitous.” Jordyn looked down at my outreached hand. He paused. Then he clasped my hand in his firmly. His hand was warm and strong, just as I remembered it. I thought about all the times I’d craved that hand, all the times I’d wished that he’d hold my hand in his and comfort me. But I realized, as he held my hand, that I no longer craved his hand. I no longer craved anything from him. I turned to leave, but Jordyn didn’t let go of my hand. I gave my hand a gentle tug to release his grip, but he held on. Surprised, I looked him in the eyes.