Oh Hold On Novels & Stories

“Mr. Klein, you’ve been holding out on me.” Hayden raised an eyebrow, unbothered. “Oh? What did I do this time to offend you?”

wolves, birds etc. "So how long have u been living here? Ms." asked the stranger breaking the silence. "I was born here and I lived here till I graduated high school, I'm Cornelia Von by the way." "Hi Cornelia I am Damon. Always a pleasure meeting beautiful ladies."

A notification appeared: [Hayden is typing. I held my breath, waiting. Then one word popped up: [Okay.] Just that one word, and it felt like a knife to my chest.

He knows the only thing he has right now is this stillness, so he holds onto it like a lifeline. Caruso eventually stands again. He looks straight at Ocean. And the entire room holds its breath, waiting.

I groaned mentally. So I have to wait for Monday... "Okay! I'll wait". End Of POV:- .... Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

she asked, looking over some inventory sheets. "Yeah, well—," She scoffed. "Fine keep her to yourself. I'll find out eventually, especially with my free time, you know I have a F******k now." I snorted. "I bet it's all cat pictures." She flipped me off. A customer walked in and Arianna pointed toward me to signal my turn. Mrs. Johns excused herself around five, giving herself the night off. It felt weird without her there, but I knew she needed a break.

Max murmured from beside her, the heat of his breath spreading condensation across the shell of her ear. The realization that he was there, her boyfriend was sitting right beside her, snapped her back to reality. Her gaze snapped away from Cole, moving over to the Max’s awaiting face. She smiled. “You wanna do the rounds? I’ll introduce you to everyone.” “Oh God, that’s not what I meant,” he grumbled, but followed none-the-less as Hazel stood, swiping her clammy palms against her jeans as she drew in a deep inhale through her nose. She was going to need all the calm she could muster.

When my girlfriend, Jean Sullivan, got back, I, Seth Lloyd, was in the living room playing video games with my friends. She ignored their enthusiastic greetings, gave me a fierce glare, and clomped up the stairs in her heels. Even with the game volume turned all the way up, I could still hear her door slam upstairs like thunder. One of my friends scratched his head, hesitated, and said, "Maybe we should head out. Why don't you go calm her down?"

They looked like they needed it more than me anyways. "Do you understand English? Hello?" Hope grumbled at me before snapping her fingers in front of my face. I nodded, trying to let her know I was listening- it was just hard. Hope sighed and ran her hand through her blazing red hair. "Don't you know when to shut up?"