Something Got A Hold On My Heart Novels & Stories

Well let me go see him and tell him how much I love him. I was about to open the ward’s door when I felt a strong hand pull me back, I lost my footing and almost fell but I was caught by the same strong hand that pulled me. What on earth? “Easy!!” I heard the already too familiar voice say, his overpowering presence suddenly seemed to bear down on me. This can’t be happening Looking up and with all of my anger obvious in my eyes, I called out the name of the person I hate the most “ONTARIO, what do you want?”

he called her name in his heart. Lucian got out of bed quietly, leaving Selina, who was smiling in her dream. He walked over and stood by the window, watching the moon covered in black clouds. His mind was filled with Violet. He hated himself because he couldn't hate her. He couldn't get her out of his mind for even a second. His heart kept begging him to see her and hold her in his arms.

Oh, you can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen Next to your heartbeat where I should be Keep it deep within your soul My grasp on the frame tightened as well as how I closed my eyes when my other hand reached for the pendant of the necklace in my chest. I prefer your hand to feel my heartbeat instead, not just a photo placed where my heart was. A photo can't feel anything, but you do. I sniffed as I looked over the dvd when I heard another lyric that caught my attention.

Just the steady, solid feeling of being held in someone's heart. That was enough.

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat. A message popped up... ******

Then, slowly, I stepped into his embrace. His arms wrapped around me, enveloping me in a warmth that I hadn’t realized I was craving. His touch was gentle, his hands moving in slow, soothing circles on my back. The simple act of being held, of feeling another person’s heartbeat against mine, was a balm to my shattered nerves. I felt a sliver of hope, a faint flicker of comfort amidst the chaos that had become my life.

His arms curled around her in a way he hadn’t around me in a long time, if ever. The cookies nearly slipped from my grip. My fingers went numb, trembling as I held on to the only thing anchoring me in that moment. My chest constricted, every beat of my heart screaming louder than the storm building outside.

It's the least I want to happen right now. "Hole. "Hunter randomly muttered which made me look at him, puzzled but I inhaled sharply as my heart seemed to have drop when my right foot almost slide down a hole. But a pair of hands held me under my arms and pulled me, making me grab on his chest, and his one arm landed on my waist. I can feel how my heart throb so hard and fast. Yes, because of the almost fall. And one because of how fast the heartbeat I'm hearing from him. No, no, no, no!

He caught my wrist. His fingers closed around it – not tight, not forceful. Just there. Holding me in place. His thumb rested against my pulse point and I knew he could feel it hammering because there was no way to hide it, no way to pretend my heart wasn't trying to crack through my ribcage. He didn't let go. I didn't pull away.

This puts me in a conflicting position with myself since I already know she has taken hold of my heart. How that has happened I have no idea. It is usually locked away since my childhood sweetheart's loss. I fear to be hurt again. And here I am a man standing in front of a woman who in a short time has captivated my mind and my heart. I try not to think about it too much.