Open When You Need A Hug Novels & Stories

"You can rest assured; I have complete faith in him, and I am confident that he would never cause me harm." "Feel free to reach out to me if you require any assistance. I trust that you are in good hands, but I want you to know that I am always here for you, no matter the hour. Just reach out to me if you ever need anything." Hugo tenderly pulled me closer, planting a soft kiss on my forehead and enveloping me in his tight embrace.

He opened his arms as a gesture to let me know that he wanted to hug me. When I stood there rooted to the spot, he said, “Stay mad at me. Take your time. Don’t talk to me. But hugging doesn’t require any words. It’s your birthday. You need it. Damn. I need it too. Let’s hug each other and then we will go back to our Not-Talking mode. What do you say?” Ok. The offer was tempting. Maybe he was right. I did need that hug. I looked down to examine myself. I was still wearing that borrowed dress that was meant to make me presentable at my job place.

It is a symphony of shared emotions, an unspoken language that bridged the chasm between us and offered solace in the face of despair. He holds me for as long as I needed him to, not letting go until I had my fill. I felt a surge of warmth coursing through my veins, spreading like wild fire, from where our bodies touch, radiating through every inch of my being, igniting the ember of hope that was so close to be extinguished. I realize that this hug was not merely an act of comfort, but an unspoken affirmation of his unwavering support and affection.

She opens her arms wide. I freeze. “What.” I say, unable to process her words. “I need a hug.” She repeats. “Should I call my mother?” She laughs at my response, “No. I want you to hug me.” “I’m just kidding. Sure. Come here.” I reach my hands for her. We both move closer to each other. She wraps her arms around my waist. Tightly. I can feel her, tightly, holding on to me. I am not sure what is this for but she must be needing this so bad right now.

She coos and encloses me in a hug “Thanks you so much for this . U am really grateful for to ur word to me. I don’t kkwk how tk thnan. You” i whimper and closer ur so tightly inner hug. My hand wrapped around her and hers alwsell around m. I feel kuch at peace now talkignknhr. Anyways anytime I talk tinder, I feel so at peace. “You don’t need the oregano you else abitn anything. Yoh ste just goig to be it fine and I am gokgmtin wan tojom tor way through the journey. Don’t borrows ask about thag. L she breaks

Clutching my bag, I took a deep breath and headed out the door. When I opened it, there he was, standing on the doorstep. But something was off. His face wasn’t as smiley as usual. “Hey” He said, barely in a whisper. I wanted to ask him but still, when he stretched out his arms for a hug, I didn’t hesitate. I jumped into them, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. He held me close, his embrace firm yet comforting, as if he didn’t want to let go. I could feel the warmth of his body, his heartbeat steady against mine. It was a hug that felt both safe and full of something deeper, like he needed me just as much as I needed him in that moment.

"Don't shout. Please. I need to ask you something." "What?" "Can I please hug you?" "What?" "Can I?" "Uh sure?" I wrapped my hands around her tiny waist as her soft hands held my neck. For some reason my eyes teared up again and I cried my heart out. Again. It surprised me how only holding her pulled all my walls down and made me vulnerable. How she made me vulnerable...

"If I'm being forward, you can tell me." "OkayÉ" "I've never seen you look so sad in the months I've come to know you. First as Cutter's partner, then our friend. Do you need a hug from a mom?" The wholesomeness of this moment is almost my undoing. "Yeah." I nod. "I do." "Then come here." She opens her arms up to me. "These are always open for you." She hugs me just as tightly as I hug her. It dawns on me that we both need the hug. I have no idea for how long we stand there between the kitchen and living room, but when she finally lets me go, I feel renewed. "Thank you."

I listen to your heartbeat in rhythm with my own, With every pound that warming sound keeps me safe with love you've shown. Baby, when you touch me with hands so soft but strong, You wrap me in your warm embrace, just where I belong. You hold me close and comfort me all throughout the night Until you open up your eyes to first signs of daylight. ... ... ... HELLO DEAR READERS.. HOW ARE YOU ALL ..❤️❤️❤️.. HERE IS YOUR UPDATE ❤️❤️ I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE IT.. ... DO TELL ME HOW YOU FELT . . . . . .

We are all humans, we need someone to listen to us. When Lillian visited her friend Jemima, carrying Jemima's baby,she felt the warmth of a child and she couldn't control herself, she cried. When Jemima noticed the sadness of her friend, she told her "you can't have a baby"?. Though she asked such a question, she wanted her friend to behave outrageously and say no,get angry at her but she replied " yes" and Jemima gave her a hug,it wouldn't solve anything but sometimes,some people just needs to be hugged.