We Re Gonna Hold On Novels & Stories

“I promise I will keep my hands to myself.” Slowly, he let loose a little of the lust thrumming through his body. “Unless you ask me not to, of course,” he added. Her lips parted, but no words came. Her expression was conflicted, and Damien totally got that she couldn’t decide whether to scold him… or take him up on the offer. Luckily for them both, the song ended. The dance floor flooded with patrons ready to line dance, but ‘These Boots Are Made for Walking’ and Hank Williams Jr’s sweet voice would not save either of them from the long night ahead.

Let's end this. ***

My sobs mix with his as we stand there, holding each other, broken but together. I don’t want to let go. Not again.

"Let's go." BACK IN THE ROOM "What are you waiting for? Go after them!" Torento shouted holding on to his bleeding kneel. "Go! Get them! KILL THEM!"

-L Fair enough. You can hold it over my head all you want. But you won’t be disappointed. -M Alright, I’ll hold you to that. See you at seven, then. -L I’ll be there. And don’t worry—you’ll be glad you waited. -M I hope so. I’m getting my hopes up now. -L Good! You should. I promise you won’t regret it. -M Fine, I’ll trust you. But this better not be some elaborate prank. -L

"Congratulations, Shawn. You finally got what you wanted. You hate Queenie, and now she's going to stay away from you." Finally, after all these years, they said one thing that I agreed with. There were only hours left before my flight. I checked my phone. "Is there anything else? I have to go." I told my mother I would be alright. "Just have your dinner, Mom." Shawn wanted to come after me, but Helga held him back. She said softly, "I know saying goodbye is hard, but you need to do this. Come back soon. I'll be waiting."

I almost jumped off the seat when I saw my favorite singers enter the stage and hold their respective mics. "Careful Cara mia ", Abhi held my hand to him, keeping me from falling. "I am fine I am fine..see oh my god he is my favorite singer Abhi. I don't know he is going to sing for Harshvardhan's concert", I chirped loudly. "Bro see there.. Armaan is singing 'Oh my god oh my god" , Eshu jumped in her seat as well and Varun looks worried. "Calm down love, you will fall", he wrapped his arms around her shoulders tightly.

My mouth couldn't help but curl up in its usual disgust as I glared at him. "I'm just here for today," I gulped and looked away as I saw the sad look on some of their faces, "I'm here because Naza is sick." Some grumbled sadly while the others uttered 'Thank God' softly. "That girl was a prison warder! Let her heal Kezie, just stay with us for this week! Come on!" Someone shouted and the others shouted, saying the same thing. Khalil just mysteriously looked at me making me feel uneasy but jerked suddenly as his assistant coach and best friend, Manuel, placed his hand on his shoulder heavily.

The three of us sat there holding each other. I don't know how long I have before we have to go... But I swear I'm not letting them go until I have to!

“Don’t уоu just. Keep us роѕtеd on thе Joel situation. If уоu nееd any bоdуguаrdѕ tо hеlр ѕlар a bitch, thеn wе are уоur lаdіеѕ.” “Thаnkfullу wе’vе heard nоthіng ѕіnсе, but іt’ѕ аlwауѕ thеrе аt thе bасk of mу mіnd. I juѕt саn’t wаіt to gо on hоlіdау аnd еѕсаре іt аll.”