Tackle Hugs Novels & Stories

“My mother always held me at arm’s length.” “I guess I can believe that,” Zach replied and went back to hugging him. “Didn’t any of your girlfriends try for some close body contact?” That was a good guess on Zach’s part. Of course some of his ex-girlfriends had tried to put their arms around him or kiss him. That normally led to a failed hug or kiss and an immediate break up. “I have an intimidating glare,” was the next answer. “Would you dare go in for a hug if I’m glaring at you?”

"Thanks, Chaol. I feel much better." Chaol pulled away. "I'm glad I made you feel better, then." "I needed that." "The hug?" She nodded. "When people are sad, it's a common practice to console and comfort them. Hugging is a way for someone to know that there is someone who is behind her back, always there to support her." Chaol nodded. "I see." She smiled at him brightly and started keeping all the stuff inside the box. Chaol noticed the stuffed toy beside the lamp and acknowledged its presence.

She started to roam my naked chest with her palm, and the sparks ignited from it were indescribable. "Why don't we hug? I believe it heals me faster." I teased, which should only be a joke. But my mate took it seriously and carefully hugged me. Yes, carefully, because she tried not to press her body hard against mine. But I wasn't a saint in such a situation. I would take charge and dominate our interaction. Therefore, I wrapped my hands around her and hugged her tighter. Fortunately, my mate didn't protest or try to wriggle out of my embrace.

He asks me with the nicest smile. “It most certainly is,” I reply, extending my hand to shake his and signalling that the business is settled and sealed. He gives me a handshake before bringing me in for another hug. This time, we both remained motionless. I was near to tears because I didn't want this hug to end. my eyes were close as we hug each other so tight . I’m certain Liam’s were too. If one of us doesn't take the brave step to pull away, we both wouldn't let each other go for the rest of the day. After pushing myself to say something I do not want to, I finally say,

The twitching of his eyes showed that he was angry I just pressed the wrong button but I am not gonna run. I walk closer to him, hold him in his hand making him shriek a little like he was being touched by electricity and I didn't let go of his hand even when I knew that standing close to him in his angry mood could be dangerous. I hold his hand and placed our palms together on each other's own. "We need to do this together" I murmured and immediately his hold on my hands tightened, I stare into his eyes and it was shut tightly without saying any words he pulled me into a hug. Oh my God, the angry Alpha just hugged me.

“Thank you, Danny.” “So hugs are OK?” he asked, as he pulled me down so I was sitting in his lap. I smiled. “Yes, hugs are OK.” “Can we hug with our clothes off?” I gently hit him on his arm. “No, we cannot hug with our clothes off.” “What if we keep our shirts on; can we hug with all the rest of our clothes off?” I laughed. “All clothes must remain on when we hug. At least for now.”

exhale warm against my neck. Geez, anyone help me! I hope Mrs. Marry will come here and Redric can stop this action. "No! I wasn't looking for you at all! Please take your embrace, dear Mr. RedricI have trouble breathing if you hug me very tightly. " Slowly I tried to release Redric's two hands that were wrapped around me. But I'm having a hard time. His hug is very strong. This time Redric even blew my hair which was loose. Jeez this guy sure is hard to tell!

Athaliah muttered in a low voice but loud enough for him to hear. She sighed loudly when she noticed the look on his face. "Don't give me that face. I don't need your symp-..." "Can I hug you?" Aaron asked, cutting her off at the middle of her sentence. "I don't need it." Athaliah mumbled while looking away. "But I need it." Saying that Aaron pulled Athaliah by her upper hands and hugged her tightly. Athaliah was shocked and couldn't understand what happened for the first few seconds. Later when she realised what happened and how softly he had asked for the hug, she slowly and awkwardly wrapped her hands around his back. She patted on his back two or three times awkwardly to assure him.

“But this stays between us, and Charity doesn’t find out.” “We have a gentlemen’s agreement then,” he nods, reaching his hand out, wanting to shake on it. Glaring at him, I grab his hand, squeezing tightly before giving him a firm handshake. I unwrap the protective cloth, knowing I’ll enjoy bruising his face with my bare hands. He hops onto the mat first, getting himself situated. Following behind him, I don’t wait before tackling him. I relish the whoosh, leaving his lungs as he slams to the ground.

I go down to him again, just like last time, and he takes me into his arms. It’s not a kiss, it’s a hug, and I have no idea why but it feels more intimate. We just hold each other, rocking back and forth slightly against the roar of the crowd. It’s a hug that speaks volumes about forgiveness and new beginnings, into promises of trying harder and being more patient. It’s a hug that makes me feel safer, more comfortable, more like Noah is trusting me to offer him the same. It’s a hug that grounds the both of us in that one special moment, and one I know neither of us will forget.