You Got To Hold On Novels & Stories

𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆. 𝑮𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉� ��𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈.

You have to be there. Of course.

“Just hold on.” This wasn’t desperation. This was a promise forming—slow, deliberate, and unbreakable. And somewhere, far from him, Lily lifted her chin as if she could hear it.

“Bye.” The line goes dead. I hold it to my ear a moment longer… In case that missing ‘I love you too’ magically materializes.

the stranger said but when he started to move away, Olliver grabbed his arm and whined, "Skaiii..wait ten minutes?" The stranger jutted his chin out, "You have five.." Olliver smiled and turned to move back to the experiment and that is when he noticed Smith standing there slack-jawed. "Oh pick up your jaw Smithson. This is not a theatre and a fly might just go into your mouth!"

My window is broken so it can only open up a bit. I jingle the keys, and Cole understands what I am trying to say. He smiles in response and holds his hands out in anticipation of the keys. This little gesture turned my heart into mush and my mind went crazy with thoughts. I couldn't help but think he was holding his hands out to catch me. I push the keys through the tiny gap, they then fall down to Cole, who catches them. He runs to the front of the house. "I just realised how much I trust him." I say to myself, realising that he could run away with the keys. I wait for the door to open. But it doesn't. I wait for ten minutes longer, and nothing.

No holding back. This was a fight.

Calla’s presence flickered at the other end like a candle in a storm, faint and distant, but still burning. Hold on, I sent through the connection, not sure if she could feel it but needing to try anyway. I’m coming for you. Just hold on a little longer.

Just hold on for me, okay? The bond flickers with his emotions—determination, fear, something deeper that he doesn’t have time to voice. I bite down on my lip, my hands tightening into fists. I can’t afford to be weak right now. Not when I know, with every fiber of my being, that time is running out. Caleb's voice rings out through my mind, his words firm yet desperate. *Aurora, just hold on a little longer. I swear, I’ll be there. Just don’t give up—*

Something worth holding onto, no matter what came next. Home.