Novel & Cerita Pocket Hug Hearts

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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 stillness is broken only by our panting breaths, "I love you, Isi, let us never ever do this again." Pulling Clayton into a hug, tears start flowing down both of our pained faces. His hug is not gentle this time; a gentle hug still gives me space to breathe; this hug is strong, this hug is stronger than anything I've ever known; it tells me everything that I am to him, body, mind, and soul. I love both of his hugs; the one is like a duvet that folds around my body, the other a shield that holds and protects my heart

She subconciously return the man's hug and buried her face on his chest enjoying the warmth. Xianyao hugs the little woman in his arms tightly and was worried when she started to struggle. But when she stopped and wrap her tiny arms around his waist and buries her face more his chest, he felt his heart stopped for a second before beating again but this time he feels that it will burst out from his chest because of the happiness he is feeling. His beloved finally let him hug her!

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.

They went to antique markets most Sundays before James took her out to lunch, wandering among the stalls and lingering over the odd item that caught their eye. On one occasion, James bought her an exquisite little pearl and silver brooch set in the shape of a small hoop, each tiny seed pearl a flower with intricately worked silver leaves around it. It was a relaxing, idyllic time and the weather continued to hold, one hot summer’s day following another. The sun tanned Audrey’s skin and highlighted her hair until it was more light brown with golden streaks, emphasizing her dark eyes and giving her beauty a fragility that made her look far younger than her twenty-seven years.