The Catcher In The Rye Holden Novels & Stories

My whole life, I begged for help and it was never given to me. But this man, this thoughtful amazing man, took me in, and he's teaching me that I can count on someone besides myself. I can open myself up to another person and not always be fucking disappointed. "Thank you for caring, Holden." He clears his throat, maybe uncomfortable with what he's shared. "Get in your car and lock it until I get there. I don't think anybody will be traveling that stretch of road this late at night, but if they are – they're up to no good."

I looked at my youthful, radiant face in the mirror and stated resolutely, "I no longer want Holden or the children. I'll tell my family shortly that I'll be returning to my hometown tomorrow." Maddie walked away, barely managing to hold back her tears. Holden came over with a drink in hand at that moment. He had never been the kind to bring anything home before, yet recently he had been coming back late and always returning with something in hand. I surmised that he brought a portion back for me as an afterthought while purchasing them for another person, attempting to use this small act of goodwill to counteract his guilt. Holden casually set it down on the table. He furrowed his brow slig

I kept my eyes glued to the tabloid, muttering under my breath, “Just say it already, Holden. Whatever’s on your mind.” Holden let out a nervous chuckle but didn’t dare turn his head. He’d tried that once and nearly gotten us killed. It was his first day back then, so I let it slide. “I’m not sure I should, sir,” he replied.

And from what Holden says of your resilience, it seems fitting. ‘Thank you.’ I picked up my water glass, using it as a protective barrier, and tried to become one with the upholstery. He was still looking at me. Holden cleared his throat, a low, warning sound. Undeterred, Aaron pressed on. ‘About that boyfriend, Hyacinth. I have a nephew, you see. A very fine young man. Still single.’ I choked. The water went down the wrong pipe, sending me into a coughing fit that was half genuine shock, half performance art to buy time.

" I sent Blaire a thank you text. She was helping me out because I wouldn't be able to face Jett again if he knew I left with Holden. I wish he didn't have to hate him. It wasn't Holden's fault Jessie liked hanging out with him. "Okay, let's go," Holden said, coming out of a stairwell with a cap on and a backpack on his shoulders. I got out of his car and he locked the doors. We walked out of the parking garage and onto the sidewalk. Holden placed a cap on my head backward. "What are you doing?" I smiled. "I thought it make you look cool." He squished my cheeks with his thumb and forefinger, "but now you just look like a thug, Bambi." I smacked his hand away and he hailed a cab. "Taxi."

The ingredients that made up Darkling University’s golden boy, the star quarterback. He and I had barely spoken more than four words to one another, yet I couldn’t stand the guy. There was something about him that stoked my anger, which drew it out from the deepest depths of the abyss carved through my chest. No one, even Holden Cartier, was that perfect—that good. I could tell based on hearing alone that Holden’s bedroom was empty, but that didn’t stop me from breaking the lock and strolling inside. There was still a chance her scent could be in here, a chance they could’ve—.

I’ve had to still my twitching hands from reaching out to her and pulling her into my embrace as I inhale her scent, allowing it to claw at my soul, knowing that after today, I will have to hide my affection for her. Holden jumps out from behind the wheel and opens my door. I slide out of my seat, button up my suit jacket and offer Amelia my hand. “Do you want me to accompany you?” Holden asks me, tapping his right foot against his Hunter’s knife stashed inside the sock on his left foot.

His anger only tripled when Holden brought out a packet of cigarette, taking a stick and lighting it up. " Will you for once in your damn miserable life quit drinking and smoking?!" The man yelled but Holden only rolled his eyes. " You know I can't believe I gave birth to a loser like you" Holden stopped smoking just then, placing the remain of the cigarette on the table. His face was blank and cold but deep down he was angry. Why won't he? The man just called him a loser, one word he hates with everything in him. " You're done?" He asked much to the man's surprise.

"Ahem!" Holden cleared his throat, turned, and without a second thought, spat right in Walter's face. As he walked away, he muttered under his breath, "What a loser." Holden picked up the pace, eager to catch up with Yale and Evangeline. Evangeline sat in the front passenger seat of Yale's armored limo, a spot he had picked out for her.

Swelina Lott covered her nose dramatically. Her face was twisted in disgust. "Oh my god, Holden! She really goes anywhere she wants, like an animal. Three years in prison, and she's still the same." My brother, Holden Grant, frowned harder. He was a clean freak, yet he still grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and tossed me into the back of the SUV. "What did you even learn in prison? How embarrassing. Sit properly and don't soil my seat."