You Hold Me Now Novels & Stories

Souls couldn't "Hold together," I shouted. Through network. Through connection. Through desperate need. "Stay present. Stay here. Stay" But I was collapsing too. Fragments leaving too fast. Too many wounds. Too much loss. I was becoming less. I was Thorne caught me. Physical catching. Bond catching. Love catching. His hands on my body. His consciousness in my mind. His love in my soul. Holding me. Keeping me present. Keeping me here. Keeping me Haven's song intensified. Became everything. Became all we could hear. All we could feel. All we could

My grip tightens slightly again, but not enough to hurt, just enough to remind myself he’s here, he’s real, he’s mine. And no one—No one—Gets to take that away. I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, my eyes closing briefly as I hold that moment, hold him, hold everything together the only way I know how. When I pull back, my voice is quieter but steady. “He doesn’t get to take you too.”

Eleven said while trying to release her father's hug. "I don't need it, this is my breakfast" Her father said. "Stop dad, my body still hurts" But her father didn't care about that, he put his hands inside Eleven's clothes and slipped into her bra before squeezing Eleven's breasts from behind. "Ahhh.. I like your breasts Eleven, you have beautiful breasts" Her father kept licking and sucking Eleven's neck. "Enough dad! just stop” Eleven said with her body trembling. Her father turned Eleven around and leaned her against the counter behind her.

I’m begging You. Fix whatever is broken in me that turns everyone away from me. Cut. Cut. Cut. I cut and release my demons, or they will take over and control me. Control me to where I can’t breathe or even live. And I can’t breathe right now. It hurts to draw breath into my lungs and panic sets in.

"What are you doing right now?" "Nothing." she rolled to the other side of her bed. "Uh umm if you are free then-" she could clearly sense the hesitation in his voice. "Then?" "then would you like to hang out with me?" "Hang out?" she looked at her wrist watch and it was almost 7 pm. "Right now?" "Yeah right now. Eh, I just want to show you something." "Show me something? What could it possibly be?" she sat upright and plopped out of her bed.

It recoiled, arching it back and hissed at Suzanne before sprinting away. Suzanne stood back up, looking at her palm. It’s an ominous sign, she thought just as the phone in her back pocket began to ring. The ringtone was a BTS ‘Not Today’ ringtone. It was old man Hendricks. Suzanne blinked, wonder of wonders, Hendricks never called. She pressed the answer button and stepped into her grandmother’s unit. Grandmother was sitting on her bed sipping a can of beer. How grandmother had managed to smuggle in such rarity was beyond Suzanne’s understanding.

"Just wait until Thanksgiving. You'll be sitting at the kids' table with construction paper rings on your fingers while they take engagement photos." With that ominous prediction, Maxwell slipped out the door, leaving Dominic alone with the sleeping Ericka still curled against his chest. He looked down at her, marvelling at how natural this felt, her weight against him, the subtle vanilla scent of her hair, the small puffs of breath warming his shirt. For three years, he'd limited himself to brief, accidental touches and carefully measured distance. Now he could hold her freely, and the simple joy of it made his chest ache.

He even hit you! "Do you know how much joy it gave me, watching him turn on you? In those moments, I knew I had crushed you beneath my feet. So what if you're the daughter of a casino magnate? You still lost to me!" With that, Ember let out a mocking laugh. Looking at her unraveling like that, I didn't want to waste another word. I turned quickly to leave. But she pressed a drug-soaked cloth over my nose and mouth, and everything went black.

Isabella Horace opened the door, and I leapt forward. My body crashed against Em’s. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face against his chest. The sound of his beating heart and the sensation of his arms holding my body against his calmed my spiked blood pressure. “You’re alive,” I managed to say through a new shower of tears.

For making me want him. "No! Stop it, get dressed!" I kept my eyes covered, despite the undeniable pull of his hot, tall, masculine presence. He moved closer, his body almost touching mine. Slowly, he reached for my hands, gently pulling them away from my face. I could see him clearly now, the mask, his bare chest. "Melisa... I love you, my little girl. You can touch me. If you want." A blush burned across my cheeks as he guided my hand to his body. My knees weakened. I wanted him to hold me, to hug me like this. Oh God! What am I doing?