You Got To Hold On Novels & Stories

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Waiting for the next take. Forever.

All I can do is pray, pray that Keith and everyone else hurry, I don't know how long I'll be able to hang on. Hurry Keith. That's all that rings in mind.

Mom’s coming. With everything. With everyone. With unstoppable determination. Just hold on. Please.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Cornelia It has been 3 months, 19 days, 6 hours and 15 minutes since Matty left me forever. Every second seems too long now..... I can see the raindrops falling on the train window and I can see the greenery outside. The train is moving at more than 100 km/hr, yet everything seems so stationary. It feels like everything has come to a standstill, not moving no matter what I do. If it were up to me I would skip the next 10 years of my life in a blink. I know that even those would nearly not be enough to forget Matty, but atleast it won't hurt this much.

The office buzzed with frantic energy, the tension palpable. Phones rang incessantly, and hushed conversations filled the air. It was clear that Monica's attack had thrown everyone into high alert. Adrian stood at the center of it all, a pillar of resolve amidst the chaos. His expression was a mask of determination, though I could see the strain around his eyes. I took a deep breath and approached him, my own nerves threatening to overwhelm me. "Adrian, what’s our next move?"

My hand froze in midair. Across the room, Ezel cheerfully urged her, "Mom, come on! Dad says we're going out for steak to celebrate surviving this!" Watching the happy backs of that family as they walked away, I couldn't hold it in any longer. My right hand unclenched at last, and with my mangled fingers I pressed the post button.

“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.

The one that holds on and doesn't let go. "Let's go home," I say.

is keep holding his hand. Just a little longer.