Take My Hand Novels & Stories

“It will be okay.” I took her hand in mine. “I hope you’re right.”

I mumbled as I looked away from him and pulled my hand away. This time he allowed me too. I took a deep breath and took a step forward. Every God was staring at me and I knew that once I pulled it out there was a chance they would know what it was by the way I was holding it. I only had one chance so I had to do it right. "You have to be next to me so you can absorb it." I lied with a cringe. My hand was grabbed again and his warmth was quick to follow. "Okay." He said with no hesitation. I squeezed his hand tight and slowly walked forward.

It was as if he was gently urging me to take his hand and trust in him. With a renewed sense of determination and a new perception, I reached out and placed my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. A sense of warmth and connection instantly washed over me as our hands touched. A spark of electricity seemed to pass between us, I felt it, and I couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement mingled with my nervousness.

he grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him. Our lips a millimetre apart, “You're on!” I say as I shake his hand. ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

She snatched my hand and pulled me back when I attempted to move away. "Take me with you.”

Ryan took my hand then. And this time— I held on.

"Giacomo, take me away." He held my hand tighter. "Okay."

I stepped forward and held up a hand. “Hold the ceremony.”

“Let me walk you home then.” Before I could object,he took hold of my hand with his free hand.

"Let go of my hand." . . . ……..