Pocket Hug Hearts Novels & Stories

How close it might have been to her not being here now. I scrunch them in my hands and feel for anything hard. I check the back pockets. Nothing. Then I slide my hand into the front bib pocket. My fingers hit something soft. I pull the object out. It’s a tiny plush disc with a smiley face. I stare at it. My pulse shifts. I squeeze it carefully. Something hard and flat is inside. I can feel the outline of it. I close it in my palm. “How’s Tessa?” Her voice slides across my spine. I shove the clothing back into the bag and as I turn I stick the disc into my back pocket.

Sometimes behind their ear, or sometimes wearing it on their braid. "The land of beauty." I read from the board just at the starting street. Asher nodded as we walked along. "We came here on 25th January." He said. "You remember the date?" I asked looking at him in bewilderment. He smiled while looking ahead. It almost envied me how he knew our memories and I didn't. I wish I had something. "25th Jan is International Hug day. I thought I'd celebrate it with you." He said.

A nostalgic smile fills my heart. I'm going to miss this a lot; you all are my wolf boys. No matter where you are, you are mine, okay? Be as mine as I am yours. I am your partner, your alley, your ACE OF HEARTS in perfection. Don't look for me, don't take risks for me, and don't stop your lives for me. You all are the best thing I've ever had in my life. Don't forget to give Horus a kiss from me and tell him I love him so much too.

as Polly melted into her cuddle. “So this is what a hug feels like!… Oh and what is this I hear? as Polly rested his ear onto her chest. “Is that her heart?” and he remembered what his mother used to say about an embrace. She said that a real nice embrace or hug is one where you could hear and feel the other’s heart. She said that if you stay still, you can tell what the heart is saying. But before he could decipher what the little girl’s heart was saying, Luis placed him back in his kennel.

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.

“Let that time come first. Until then, I’ll only work with what I see. Are you accepting it or not?” Hugo sighed, “fine.” “I took a deep breath and then dipped my hand into my dress pocket to retrieve the small sac, then I counted out ten gold pieces and handed them to Hugo.” “Thank you, my love. Your sacrifice will not be forgotten.” “Please, make sure I don’t regret this, Hugo.” “You won’t, my love. I promise.” ***

Gunner blurted excitedly, pulling his arm out from under my head and leaning over the edge of the bed. “I got you something too”. He sat back up and handed me a small black pouch. I looked up at him and smiled. I’ve never been given a present before, this is exciting. I opened the top of the pouch and reached my fingers inside and slowly pulled out a small silver link chain. I held it up and saw a little heart pendant attached to it. I turned the heart around to examine it. There are three crescent moons all connected, the same symbol that is on that old book I found on the shelf. On the other side of the heart, in very small cursive writing are the words ‘My Heart, My Soul’. Oh wow, this is

"I've already lost you once. I won't lose you again. Shan, trust me, I won't let you die. So please, don't push me away." His heartbeat thudded against my chest, strong and steady, cutting straight through the layers of clothing between us. I once read in a book that a hug is the most intimate gesture in the world because when two people press closely together, their heartbeats slowly synchronize. When your heartbeat matched with another's, you could understand their emotions most clearly. And now, I knew that theory was true. My arms slowly wrapped around his back. Five years of grievance and longing burst through my defenses, flooding out of me without restraint.

He turned the small velvet pouch in his hand, heart thudding in his chest. Inside was a ring — simple, elegant, crafted from silvervein ore mined in the pack’s oldest territory. Melody had enchanted it to shimmer faintly under moonlight, a symbol of unity between power and peace. It wasn’t grand. It wasn’t fancy. But it was theirs. He took a steady breath. “Okay,” he muttered to himself. “Don’t screw this up.” Heather’s voice drifted from the shadows. “Talking to yourself again, Alpha?” He jumped, spinning. “Don’t sneak up on me.”

"The gift is inside the book." There is a silver bracelet kept in the middle with one piece of a heart. I look at her hand and she has the other piece. We have matching bracelets. Bruna pulls me in a hug and laughs. "I'm tired of waiting for a hug." I have never felt this purely and genuinely loved by anyone.