Pocket Hug Hearts Novels & Stories

She knew she something like that in the drawer the other day. She quickly opened and searched the drawers. There they are, four pairs each with a different colour holder. She got one pair. Clutched her handbag, and casually paced to the garage. Four cars where parked, one black Audi and three sports cars all in different shades like the holders of the keys, black, blue, and pink. The black and blue assumed belonged to Akarui and Lijie, they usually used them for their saturday car racing, but the pink one who did it belong to? Akarui or Lijie's other girlfriend?

“So have you got a design in mind?” I hand him my piece of paper showing him the design I found online. When I had gone searching, I had a couple of ideas in mind, but when I saw this tribal design featuring two emperor penguins bowing their heads together to form a heart, I just knew that was exactly what I wanted on both wrists.

I replied, my heart swelling with admiration for his understanding and acceptance of my complex personality. "Can I give you a hug, too?" he asked, his voice soft and tentative "I've missed holding you" Without uttering a word, I leaned in, and he opened his arms wide, welcoming me into his embrace. His hug was different from Diana's—while hers was full of maternal warmth and comfort, his was a blend of friendship, companionship, and a hint of something more. It was a hug that stirred a different set of emotions within me, ones that I was not yet ready to openly admit to him. But for that moment, I allowed myself to lean into his embrace, to draw strength from his presence, and to acknowledg

Going to the next one she found a custom Ace of hearts lighter made of carbon metal and gold. I got her some Pokémon cards for her hidden collection, a custom desert eagle, a locket with a picture of me, and a rose in a glass case. She gushed at how much she loved them and how happy she was. Peppering my face in kisses she let me go and handed me my first gift.

Then I walk over to his bed and hand him the flat white box tied with a silver bow. "Thank you," he says with both eyes scrunching up as he smiles. "No problem. Go ahead and open it" Travis undoes the tape, opens the lid, and gently pushes out the waxed paper. "Oh wow ..." "I made it special," I say with a proud smile, because inside the box is a 6-inch square block of chocolate, 1-inch thick, but on top is a thin, circle-shaped slice of white chocolate, and on that circle is a smiley face drawn with dark chocolate syrup that has been cooled and hardened so it won't stain. It's the same smiling face seen on the back of Pakkun's navy blue vest. The name of this particular smiley face is "Heno

The famous boy offered, and his fingers intertwined with mine, as he led me out in the corridor and then near the stairs. The fresh air was great, but the cold grabbed my whole body, making me almost sober. Being the gentleman he was, Thomas pulled me towards him, so my back was pressed to his warm chest. Then his jacket covered my breasts and my tummy like a blanket, soaked in the scent of the guy I adored. “Most people would just give their jacket to the girl, you know,” I teased him but made myself comfortable in his hug. “Well, we are not ‘most people’. Besides, I want you near my heart.” He whispered in my ear, creating goosebumps that no cold weather could make.

Upon lifting my eyes to him, his lips just made its way to my lips. This is not the first time Parker made me feel this secured. This is not the first time his lips landed to mine and it gave me the same feeling I felt that day our lips met each other. The butterfly in my stomach, the abnormal throbbing of my heart and the sudden sweat my skin have been releasing. I think I finally found the answer. There's no reason to hide it anymore. This guy, named Parker Wingston is the same guy my heart is beating for. When our lips parted, both of our eyes were locked to each other. Parker smiled which caused me to make a soft chuckle.

"You don't need to make unnecessary promises Harry. I understand and I've forgiven you. I hope we don't have issues again." He smiled, "Thank you so much Carina. Can I... give you a friendly hug then?." A hug doesn't necessarily mean we're a thing besides it's just a friendly hug and there's no one around. I let him hug me then pulled away. "Now that you've gotten what you want, can I go back to work now?." I asked him. "Sure Carina. I'm not gonna stop you. But I hope we can hang out later on." I don't have much I'm doing now so it's not much of a problem.

Please don't blush Crystal, please, please. "They are so cold, they turned blue" He kept rubbing them until he was satisfied with their temperature, he pulled me closer to his side and put one of my tiny hands into his massive pocket along with his, while the other he held in his own. Then he started walking as if nothing had happened. "Are you..." I tried but didn't dare to ask it out loud. I guess I didn't have the right to, and that's what stopped me from speaking my mind, all the time.

CHAPTER ONE Two sleek black sports cars pulled up in front of Pizzeria Da Laura. Two guards swiftly exited the first car, with one opening the door for a young, handsome man dressed in a black suit. His expression was unreadable, and he seems to be emitting a powerful aura. The man is none other than Richard Roberts, the third offspring of the third wealthiest clan in California. A charming, fair lady emerged from the other side of the car and rushed towards him, intertwining her hands with his and giving him a peck.