Something Got A Hold On My Heart Novels & Stories

I brushed my hair in frustration while shaking my head, he always irritates me and he enjoys it, what a psycho. “Why did you called me?” I peeked at my phone to see what time is it. I was surprised it is already 10 pm. I was too busy looking at her picture a while ago and didn’t notice the hours slipped by. My heart starts to beat like crazy whenever she pops in my mind. This is bad. “Hey? Lucas are you listening to me?” asked Sebastian that made me snapped out with my thoughts. I shrugged my shoulders while shaking my head to calm myself. What’s wrong with me today?

As I went to walk past, he grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me to him. “Your heart is beating so fast”. “Is not”. I was flush against him

Don’t make me muddled because my heart might explode. “Lou?” I abruptly heard him speaking “Hmm?” “Let’s cherish this moment.” He holds my hand that makes my heart beats crazy and aggressively.

I hugged Charles. He hugged me too. I could clearly hear Charles's heartbeat. The sound is so powerful, like a drum, beating on my heart. Starting today, the man of my dreams is no longer just an illusion or a memory. He is here with me. Our hearts beat together, as if there were no obstacles or gaps, as if he had given it to me, melted into me, and become a part of me.

I’ve dated nothing but jocks my entire life being with my childhood crush I’d promised I would marry when I grew up. Life is funny like that right? Here I am decades later having the man’s body but never his heart. I’m either delusional or just plain stupid. I didn’t great about being either of those things. Blake’s dick brushes against my center bringing me out of my thoughts. I moan out. “You should be right here with me. And not stuck in your own head.” He warns. Blake turns me to him and holds me in his arms. He slowly enters me. I bite back a moan. I came as soon as he was inside of me.

hesitated for a moment, lowering her eyes to the notebook she held as though it were a shield protecting her from the world. How could she hand over a piece of her heart, represented by her words, to someone she felt such hatred toward? But she soon gave in. She quietly extended the notebook toward "Nancy", her movements hesitant, as though she wished she could take it back. "Nancy" took the notebook gently, as if she were handling a precious treasure. She looked at it for a moment before opening it and flipping through the pages, her eyes moving over the carefully written lines. A genuine smile appeared on her lips.

My heart hurts so much that I can't bear it anymore. Listening to me his hold became strong on my arm. In a blink of a second, he pulled me towards him and my front clashed with his hard chest. Both hands were possessively placed on my waist, caging me in his embracement making it impossible for me to go away from him.

he placed his hand over his heart. We just both stood there, listening to the wind blowing as we got lost in each other's gaze not caring about the people walking past us. My heartbeat increased as I got lost in our past. The way he would kiss me, caress me, act possessive over me but that was now gone, long gone.

he says one hand going toward my face, touching my cheek, my eyes closed, my heart did a big skip. “I’m not thinking of anyone,” I lied, maybe I was, I’m not sure who I’m thinking of or not, maybe I am, but my head was all over the place. “Liar, you see Stella, I’m your wolf, you hold my soul, right here,” he says pointing to my heart, touching the point that hurts so badly. “Yeah, I’m holding it, I’m taking good care of it,” I say but I didn’t feel like I’m doing a great job holding his soul, I feel like I’m doing a terrible job.

He sighed out of relief he's in right now, he likes cats and can't afford to kill one even if it is accidentally. "What was that?" He asked himself. "Why do I feel strange?" His heart was beating so fast that he can hear it without a stethoscope, he shake it off and drive anyway to his destination. His phone suddenly rang so he picked it up with his other free hand. "Hello?" He groaned when his heart won't stop beating fast. "Yes?" "Where are you?" Her voice was so low when she asked him, "can you drive faster?" He smiled, he really loves hearing her voice.