Tackle Hugs Mga Nobela at Kwento

I said making a fist and he laughed. “No for real, thank you,” I said as we stood outside in front of the hospital. “Come here”, he said and pulled me into a hug I wasn’t expecting. Ohh was this okay?? I mean is it okay to hug another male wolf that wasn’t my mate? “What are you waiting for? Hug me back.” He teased and I chuckled awkwardly. My hands were tucked to my side and I didn’t really know what to do with them. “Uh uhh okay,” I said and awkwardly lifted my hands to hug him back. He was much taller than me so it felt weird to raise my hands to hug him plus I’m not really a hugger.

" Cynthia’s voice was shaky, emotional. She stretched her arms toward me, silently asking for a hug. I didn’t hesitate. I rushed into her embrace, pulling her close as she snuggled into my chest. I could feel her warmth, her love, her heartbeat against mine. "Awww! I’m joining this hug!" Charity declared and jumped in, squeezing between us. "I feel like crying! I need to be loved too, Joor! What kind of intimidation is this?" Chinwe whined as she threw herself into the hug as well. The four of us stood there, locked in an unbreakable embrace, until—

Facial muscles very stretched from smiling hard. From the Royals part of the field, Holls and Stephen give me a subtle thumbs up, I nod at them. I wasn’t looking so I didn’t see when Declan runs up to me and tackles me to the ground. He ruffles my hair, laughing as he did. I laugh too. Feeling light and free. Until he brings his mouth to my skin.

“Come on, high five.” Greg shook his head with a mischievous grin. “No, Mommy. We mafia no longer do high five. We do knuckles. Knuckles fisting.” I laughed through fresh tears. “Okay, let’s go. Let’s hit the knuckles.” Our fists met in a gentle bump. I hugged him so tight I never wanted to let go, my heart overflowing. Then my eyes lifted, and fixed on a figure approaching from outside. My mouth fell open slightly. “Jamal…?”

“Whoa, whoa, is it me, or is this very un—Alpha—like... since when do we do hugs?...gross” Kael just melted into the hug, face pressed to Alpha’s neck, laughing and sobbing at the same time. "We did it boys" He held on to Alpha’s neck like a kid who had just found the safe place he’d been looking for his whole life. "But if you squeeze harder than this, I'm going to break." "Shut up and just soak it in... this may never happen again." Dante said between breaths, "Onika, could you take a photo for us, just for evidence?"

Tyler hugs me like we’ve been best friends for years. Not in that stiff, polite way people do when they don’t know how to say goodbye—but full-bodied, tight-armed, chin-on-shoulder kind of hug. The kind that makes you close your eyes for a second and just breathe. “You text me,” he says, pulling back and gripping my arms. “The second you start spiraling or the second Jacob starts acting like a know-it-all Alpha with too many secrets.”

he mumbled his words. "Pretty head" he called her as he made to pull away from the hug but Hazel was not letting go of him. Her grip on him only tightened as she realized he was going to pull away from the hug. Her emotions were overflowing and Hazel made no attempts to stop the over flow. "Alright, hold onto me then" Axel pulled her up, making her hug him while circling her legs around his torso. All eyes were on the both of them but the both of them were too lost in their world to care.

His tone sounded mocking at first, but then it suddenly warmed, and I could tell he realized that he actually liked that idea. I propped myself up using the armrests and jumped off his lap, thankfully landing on my feet despite my usual clumsiness. I brushed off all the hurt I had been feeling over the past few days, and plastered a wide smile on my face. "Come on, I believe you are in need of some serious HAK." I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear as I extended my hand out to him. "HAK?" he asked innocently. "Hugs And Kisses," I clarified as if this might have rang some sort of bell to him but to my dismay, he still looked confused.

he whispered. "I know, I knew you wouldn't do anything to hurt me." I looked up at him. "Can I at least hug you? I miss you." I nodded yes, he pulled me to him hugging me gently. I kind of half hugged him. Out of nowhere, a feral growl made me freeze. I turned just in time to see Arrow lunge forward. He tackled Darren knocking him to the ground before raining punches into his face. A sickening crack echoed through the air as he broke Darren's nose.

His face is doing the thing it did in Brazil—the thing that takes several seconds to resolve into what it actually is. "The shoulder data," he says, which is Patrick's way of saying everything. "Was always going to hold," I say, which is my way of saying the same thing back. He nods once. Then he does something I have never seen Patrick do. He hugs me. Brief. Efficient. The hug of a man who has decided this situation warrants physical contact and is executing it with the same precision he brings to tire strategy. Then it's over and he's already turning back to his engineers and I'm standing in the middle of the Las Vegas garage with Patrick's hug still warm and the team celebrating around me