You Hold Me Now Novels & Stories

“Tonight, I just want to be with you. I want to hold you, and make you the center of my world. Just us. No one else.” His words hit me like a wave, washing away the guilt, if only for a moment. I glance up at him, my heart racing in my chest. The tenderness in his voice, the way he’s holding me, is like an anchor pulling me back from all the turmoil in my mind. *He wants me,* I realize. *He really wants me.*

He barks, as he holds me securely in his arms. I would grin to myself, gloating about the fact that his blonde hottie wasn’t that interesting to miss me falling if this wasn’t absolutely cringeworthy.

Grabbing his hand tightly, I refused to let go, even as he tried to shake me off. I clung to his hand like my life depended on it, struggling against his strength. My face contorted with effort and desperation. "It’s okay. Come with me," I said softly, trying to soothe him. Slowly, his urge to strike again began to fade, though his fiery gaze remained locked on Ace.

A sudden realization struck me, and I turned to Alfie and Demi. "Which floor do you live on?" The couple immediately looked at each other with dawning recognition. "We live on the second floor, and our windows are old-fashioned. With enough force, they can be opened from the outside. Are you saying Madison actually used that demon to steal our bank card?" I nodded, quickly walking over to help them hold the mop handle in place as I continued, "If I'm right, your bank card PIN is your daughter's birthday, isn't it?"

Meanwhile, Sophia was still looking gleefully at me. She had said, "Serves you right for putting on that hardworking front. What are you going to research now, huh?" I had retorted, "You idiot! Do you know what's inside the test tubes? Those are virus samples of a highly contagious disease! You'll be put behind bars!" Sophia had looked panicked briefly. She didn't believe it at first, but when she saw my stern expression, she had decisively grabbed the rag on the table and held it tightly against my nose and mouth.

Vick's. He jumped right next to me, holding me. "Are you okay, my love?" "Yes, yes. I'm okay," I said trying to get away from his hold. "It was just a bad dream, that's all... I'm sorry for waking you up like that... I... I..." "It's okay," he assured. "You are okay." He continued. He pulled me closer to him. I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want to be there... With him, but what can I do at that moment? I'm trapped.

"...Rai..." "Shh... I'm here... I'm here, my love. Let it all out. I'll hold you..." Anubis soothed, his voice and touch grounding my crumbling form from collapsing. His much stronger hands kept me tight against his embrace as I broke down; "I'm here... let me hold you..."

His voice touched her soul as the tears of joy started streaming out of her eyes. THAT YOU ARE THE REASON, I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT NO MORE, I DON'T WANT TO HIDE NO MORE, I DON'T WANT TO CRY NO MORE, COME BACK. I NEED YOU TO HOLD ME. (YOU ARE THE REASON) A LITTLE CLOSER NOW, JUST A LITTLE CLOSER NOW, COME A LITTLE CLOSER, I NEED YOU TO HOLD ME TONIGHT. I'D CLIMB EVERY MOUNTAIN,

Noah sings and Sophie blushed looking at him, she had no idea he also knew the song. "You don't got a thing to prove, I'm already into you.. So. Ho-Hold me tight now, I'm so, so good to go. Don't say .. Don't say goodnight you know, you had me at hello." Sophie sings the next part blushing shyly when she notices Noah admiring her, he smiles enjoying her singing as it was a part of her natural personality.

My fingers trail softly along the line of his jaw, gliding down the side of his neck to stop where his pulse races beneath my touch. “Here,” I whisper, my voice laced with a promise. “This is where you hold it.” He swallows again, the vulnerability flickering in his gaze. “For you.” I pull back just enough to pierce him with my stare. “For me,” I confirm, a sense of ownership washing over me. Resting my palm flat against his chest, I press down firmly—grounding, steadying, commanding. I hold him like that for a long moment, our breaths evening out in a rhythm that feels almost sacred, the tension bleeding away from both of us.