Take My Hand Novels & Stories

I can see Aiden wants to hold my hand, but he is hesitant. "You can hold it." I said. He was shocked. I took his hand in mine, and we continued to walk. I can see him smiling, looking at our intertwined fingers. This guy is so genuine and precious. I would never forgive myself if I hurt him ever.

I tell him, and offer him my hand. He takes it. The noise doesn't stop for a long time.

“Take all the time you need. I’ll be here when you’re ready.” And this time, when I reached for her hand, she didn’t just let me take it, she gave it back gently.

he said softly and holding his hand out for me to take . I took his hand and intertwined it with mines and I felt his hand tighten around mines. I smiled as I looked down at our joined hands.

He takes my hand and I'm not able to take it back. “You need to relax, my love. Don't fight it.” Alex says and his thumb is drawing circles on the back of my hand. “I don't want to be here.” I say to him and I stand still. “Walk with me,” he says in an angry tone and the fear that awakens when he says that makes me move my feet again.

He approached me, taking my hands. I looked at him.

Grabbing his hand tightly, I refused to let go, even as he tried to shake me off. I clung to his hand like my life depended on it, struggling against his strength. My face contorted with effort and desperation. "It’s okay. Come with me," I said softly, trying to soothe him. Slowly, his urge to strike again began to fade, though his fiery gaze remained locked on Ace.

Promise Alex in the heart. ××÷×× "That's not the way." Alex furrowed his brows and impatiently grabbed Athena's hand then positioned Athena's fingers to properly grasp the fork and knife. "Here's how to hold it, you held it wrong. That honorable sir and madam will notice and embarrass you."

I wave to the little crowd behind him, all cheerful like I’m not completely whipped. “Done?” “Yeah.” He reaches out, palm open, eyes soft in that way that ruins me. “Take my hand, love.” Always.

I say, standing and offering her my hand. She takes it, her grip warm and steady. One thing at a time.