Safe In The Arms Of Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She kissed Hope’s temple again and again, her heart breaking and swelling with fierce, protective love at the same time. “That’s right, baby. That’s the real love. The safe kind. The kind that lets you be happy and draw pictures and eat ice cream without being afraid. Adrian’s love… it’s not safe. That’s why we have to stay far away from him. That’s why Mommy has rules and why we live in a special house with guards right now. To keep us protected from that kind of love.” The car continued down the winding road toward the fortified safe house. Cecilia held her daughter close, both of them trembling, both of them trying desperately to find comfort in each other’s warmth. The air inside the car

His eyes are gray and steady and full of something that looks terrifyingly like faith. "Tomorrow," I say. "We'll tell him tomorrow." "Together." "Together." He pulls me against his chest. His arms wrap around me, and his chin rests on my head, and the city blinks its red and gold lights outside the window. The photograph is still spreading. My name will be public by morning. My mother is waiting in a motel on Eight Mile Road. But right now, at this moment, I'm exactly where I want to be. In the arms of the ice king who bought forty-dollar honey and smiled at me in the sun.

Francis arranges the flowers on a pub table in the garden. ​"Dad." Benjamin runs towards his father with a smile on his face. Francis carries his seven year old son up in the air and gently lands him on the ground, "Did you have fun today?" Melissa gave birth to Benjamin on a cold night. He was so tender in his arms when the nurse gave him Benjamin to hold. He instantly fell in love with his son and he would do anything for him.

He bent over me and held out his hand, hesitating as if silently asking my permission. I did not move. He pulled me close into his arms anyway. I was rigid with tension initially, still immersed in the fog of fear. But his warmth seeped in gradually, like light into darkness. His arms around me were tight. Not possessive. Not demanding. He was just there. And I let him. I dug into his chest and let the sobs shake me. His hand was in my hair, his voice soft in my ear. "You're safe. I've got you."

He combed his finger through her hairline “There is a safe box in the communal room, under the bar counter. Password is 094563, same as for all my credit and bank cards.” he continued with a soothing tone, yet Selena hated it. She wanted nothing more than for him to shut up. “And... it's Hazel Black if it's a girl...Aslan Black if it's a boy...” he whispered, and tears rolled down her cheeks. “Don't you dare” she said through her gritted teeth and pushed herself to sit

But, I have never felt so fucking safe anywhere on the planet, like I do here. In the arms of this man. My man.

"I've never told Tessa this before and I think I need to say it here to ease myself. I f*cking love you, Tessa. Much!!!" "Doris?" Tessa heard her voice from the mp3. "Oh, She's here! Bye," Doris whispered. "You back from the restroom? So quick" Doris said, and quickly ended the record. "Oh goodness, Doris. It's so good. I love it so much but I love you more. I f*cking love you. I love you, Kristen. Jake, my heart. I so much love you. All of you!" She cried as she held the polaroid against her chest as the next music played and more tears and memories came flooding.

Looking back and peering through the car window repeatedly “This is Zain car! Anything can happen, remeber?, you are a smart woman, why are you acting like an ignorant fellow?” She didn’t mean to sound harsh or abusive, I saw it in her eyes, it was an armless question, she’s indeed shocked that I would ask such question. “You are right rosy, Zain will have eyes on his people all the time but not to bother, you didn’t come out with the driver or security today so we are safe and there’s no threat on you so there’s no secret security,” I assured her, and that’s because I made sure of what I just said before pretending to bump into her at the mall

"Doraemon can do anything. It'll protect you. And I'll protect you too. You won't need to be scared anymore." The childhood bond between us grew into something deeper over the years. I knew Byron loved me. His teenage affections were wild and carefree, and as the son of the Estradas, he was a bright star wherever he went. I liked him too, but my feelings were wrapped in insecurity and sensitivity. I was always cautious and afraid of losing my family and the warmth of the life I had. But Miriam and Osbert Estrada—my adoptive parents—didn't care about any of that; they tacitly accepted our feelings for each other.

And he was safe in my arms. To be continued...