Place Your Hand In Mine Blink 182 Novels & Stories

Brushing her nose with a hand. “Somebody help! Help me! I am kidn—”He covers her mouth, clutching his other hand on her lower back, pushing her against the glass. "What the fuck is wrong with you?” He furrows. Hysterical “Help!” Shouting even louder. But words come out as a murmur. “He has me against my will. Help me…” Shaking her body to escape his grip. “Stop it!” He exclaims. Yet she refuses to listen. “This is a place of work, I am warning you!”

His smile was breathtaking. Slowly, carefully, Atlas lifted one hand. Dark claws emerged from his fingertips. Not threatening. Not frightening. Simply part of who he was. With a quick motion, he sliced across his palm. A thin line of crimson appeared. Then he offered me his hand. I looked at it. Then at him. Without hesitation, I took one of the small blades I kept hidden and repeated the gesture across my own palm. A matching line of red appeared. Atlas watched me carefully. Like he was committing the moment to memory.

I remain quiet, we stare at each other and it then becomes a staring competition, the person to blink first loses, am good at this, no one has ever beaten me to it before "If you lose, you tell me whatever I wish to know" He smiled "Deal" and then it started. I watched him lick his lips, those eyes looking down my body. In a normal situation, I would blink thrice to take in what was happening but right now I refuse to lose. I watch his eyes move to my thighs, he has forgotten what is happening so in the process of me widening my legs slowly, he blinks out of surprise, robbing his eyes and trying to look again but my legs are closed shut, and when he realized that, he frowned.

LYRA’S POV It has been long settled since I was twelve years old–my marriage with Damon. Now I am standing under the glowing natural light, clad in this red dress that smells of sweet lavender and clutching the red roses Aunt Maya carefully picked out specially for this night. The air is nice and moist, the atmosphere is amazing and the moon is slowly showing its face. I stretch my neck towards the walkway. Damon hasn't shown up yet nor his father, Alpha Thorne. Then towards the front row of people and there my best friend in the whole wide world is standing and I see her mouth “Go girl! Luna incoming!”

Chance blinks once, twice, three times before he realizes I’m not a figment of his imagination. I’m actually here and I’m not leaving. He jumps to his feet, and in a few quick strides, he’s in front of me. I crane my neck to look up at him. His hands move to my face before they freeze. His gray eyes lock on my brown ones as he asks for permission. I nod curtly as his large hands gently cups my cheeks. Images of Star’s flushed cheeks, her eyes rolled back in euphoria, and Shane’s uncaring gaze as I watch them together.

"We can start again." I met his pleading eyes and slowly, deliberately, raised my right hand. A flicker of hope ignited in his gaze. And then, I gave him the middle finger.

Frank asked as I raised my hand towards him, trying to touch his face but I dropped to the floor and my eyelids closed instantly. Everything went blank

He aggressively takes my hand and puts it on his hand, then grabs my other hand and also places it with my other hand. 'Now! Or you will go a week without any food!' he threatens. I stare down at my hands, covered in his blood. I don't know how to do it. Not sure what to do, I entwine my fingers through his, making him flinch from the sparks. The room remains silent as I stare intently at our hands, my hair begins to rise, and my hands begin to glow as my eyes become a bright silver. The warmth I felt earlier flows through my body again.

"Kian. Stay with me. Do you hear me? Stay with me." His bloody hand came up and covered mine. "Loud and clear," he breathed. And then his eyes closed. "KIAN!”

I bit out. He tsked, sauntering closer. “Not good enough. Say it.” “Say what?” His grin turned wicked as he stepped into my space, eyes locking onto mine. “Say, ‘I consent.’” Before I could respond, he produced a blade from nowhere and slashed my palm. The sting jolted me, dragging me out of my daze but before I could react, he took my hand, pressed his palm against mine, and stared deep into my eyes.