Something Got A Hold On My Heart Novels & Stories

But as I gazed into his eyes, I saw something there that made my heart skip a beat. He held me captive, but it wasn't just his grip that kept me in place. There was something about him, something that drew me in and made me want to stay. I felt a flutter in my chest as he leaned closer, his lips mere inches from mine. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I realized I wouldn't let him dictate my fate. "You're not going to keep me captive," I said, my voice firm. I struggled against his grasp, but he held tight.

Caden’s POV: I could hear my heartbeat—loud, uneven, almost deafening, as our bodies collided. It wasn’t just contact. It felt like an impact, like something inevitable finally happening after being held back for too long. My hands found her waist, gripping her more firmly than I intended, like I needed to anchor myself to her or risk losing control completely. She held onto me just as tightly, her fingers curling into my shirt, clutching me like she was afraid I might disappear.

Even after two years nothing had changed , his heart rate still sped up when he heard her name and he still missed her like crazy , no matter how hard he tried to hate her for leaving he still couldn't because he washwas hopelessly in love with her and for that reason alone he never wanted to become someone who would try to hold her back or lock her in a cage infact she couldn't be caged . What drew him to her was her personality in a society where people including him were afraid to be themselves or make mistakes because of how harshly they'd be judged , she didn't mind the rumours and she didn't spread them , she lived life like everyday was the last , she'd showed him that life could be f

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 said as he held back his tears. The curious expression on her face suddenly turned into a shocked expression. Her heart beating so fast she could barely breathe. Sadness gripped her firmly, making her cry burst. "Father!" she screamed his name. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, and she didn't want to believe that what she was hearing was true.

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.

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.