Wrapped In His Arms Mga Nobela at Kwento

Looking down at me, he kisses my forehead before wrapping his arms around me. ____________________________________________________________________

Didn’t push. He simply wrapped his arm around me, holding me close. And just like that, the night faded away, and I drifted into sleep, safe in his arms.

He strode forward, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her close. "Watch out!"

He wraps his arms around me, gently stroking my hair. “Hey, hey…it’s going to be okay,” he murmurs. I close my eyes, letting myself sink into his embrace, wishing, hoping, that somehow, he’s right.

Austin bent in front of me and held my hand, “ Hey, come sit down. Everything will be alright.” He pecked my forehead as he helped me up and encircled me in his arms . “I’ve got you,” he gave my back gentle strokes. He cared. I wept on his chest. “ Will she be okay? I can’t lose her.” My voice trembled. “Of course, she’ll” he said. He comforted me and we both went to sit in front of the operating room to wait for her. And in the lugubrious mood of the waiting room, amid the distant murmur of the hospital life, I leaned on him completely.

The cuts on his side from the fight were already knitting closed into faint pink lines against his skin. He crossed to her in two strides and pulled her against his chest without a word. His arms wrapped around her completely, one hand cradling the back of her head, fingers threading gently into her hair, the other splayed wide across her lower back as if he could shield her from the entire world and every threat it held. Aria melted into him, her face pressing into his shirt, breathing him in like he was the only steady thing left in a world that kept shifting beneath her feet.

She had something to fight for. Something more than the crown. Aurora’s body trembled as Aries helped her into bed, her fingers still twisted in the fabric of his shirt like letting go would somehow unmake the world. He moved slowly, carefully, as if she were glass. Once she was under the covers, he didn’t hesitate—he lay down beside her and pulled her into him, wrapping both arms tightly around her. One hand cradled the back of her head, fingers threading through her soft dark hair, the other pressed protectively to the small of her back, holding her against the strong, steady beat of his heart.

Rowan and Avelyn. She's in his arms.

As my tears begin to fall, his arms wrap around me, his scent enveloping me. “I’m here, baby.”

He wrapped his arms around me and held me like someone who would not let go. I let him…