Take My Hand Novels & Stories

"The storm will pass away and then you'll need someone to be with you through the cold." She took my hand in hers and raised the card to my face. "Reach out to him." I sighed.

Now, he's getting me really confused here. "Now, that is the expression I love the most. Come on, don't be so curious, and let's go have some fun," He says, and without waiting for me to give my consent, he grabs my hand and starts dragging me with him. Can someone please tell this dude that I'm pregnant and needs to be handled with care? What the hell is he doing? "I didn't ask you to hold my hand, Alex. Just let go of me!" I snap at him as I try to retract my hand from his grasp, but his fingers only tighten around it.

"What about we take those powers you have left and kick some ass ?" "That's a date". He holds out his hand and I grab it, letting him pull me to my feet.

He hands me a picture and I take it. "You guys are having a girl and a boy,"

His refreshing scent filled my nostril, and the jolt of electricity his touch sent through my whole body let me know who was holding my hand. "Theo? What are you doing?" I frowned at him. "Let me help you and handle this." His other hand reached for the microphone in front of me. I panicked and hurriedly grabbed it with my free hand, stopping his movement. “No...” I shook my head decisively at him.

"Look, your hand's shaking. Is everything alright?" Theodore stepped closer, concern deepening in his gaze as he took my trembling hand in his. A jolt of electricity raced through me, and I flinched as he raised his other hand, instinctively retreating a few steps. He appeared taken aback by the suddenness of my withdrawal, his posture stiffening with surprise.

That was who I’d trained myself to be. I took his hand slowly, and his hold tightened on mine, sending shivers down my spine. “Deal.”

"Deal." He takes my hand, warm and firm, and shakes it. "Let’s show these people what it means to be lovers." I can’t help the grin that breaks out on my face. "Let’s do it," I say, gripping his hand tighter — and for the first time today, I feel like I’ve taken back a tiny bit of control. It's game on, Hermes.

“Let’s take a long drive. Just you and me.” A slow, enchanting smile bloomed on her lips, chasing away the last vestiges of her quiet contemplation. “You’re stealing me now?” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes. I shrugged, a small, involuntary smile mirroring hers. “Borrowing you,” I corrected, my thumb brushing lightly against her hand. Without a moment’s hesitation, she reached out and took my hand, her fingers intertwining with mine as if they were meant to be. The simple act sent a familiar warmth spreading through me, a feeling I never grew tired of.

Luna Marley's surprise is palpable, and I nod, offering a convincing smile to reinforce my statement. "Yes, we are getting along quite well," I affirm, extending my hand toward Alex in a silent invitation. For a moment, he hesitates, his gaze fixed on my outstretched hand as if grappling with an internal conflict. Frustration bubbles within me at his apparent indecision—here I am, trying to save his skin, and he freezes up. Without further hesitation, I reach out and grasp his hand, intertwining our fingers. His hand dwarfs mine, warm and solid against my skin, and I can't help but notice the electricity that seems to crackle as our skin touches.