You Used To Hold Me Novels & Stories

I slowly lowered his hands and wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly—like it was the last time. “Baby…” “Just hold me,” I whispered. “Right now, that’s all I need. Just… hold me.”

“Please, stop being stubborn. Let me help you.” I clutched my bag tightly, feeling a mix of apprehension and nostalgia as he swept me up into his arms, carrying me in a bridal style. Every moment spent in his embrace brought back a flood of memories of the times we shared, moments of joy and pain. I couldn’t help but gaze at him, taking in the familiarity of his presence. The intoxicating scent still lingered within the strength that resonated in his muscular frame. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to indulge in the bittersweet sensation of being held by the man who had shattered my soul.

Him… I held onto that feeling, anchoring myself to it. Because no matter what I had just given up— That connection— Was mine. And I wasn’t letting it go.

So Ezlyn also started her own drama. She helplessly sad and crying with one hand on her forehead, "Noo, leave me off. Do not destroy me, you moron." Harold once again smiled devilishly, "Never. You can not get free from my hands today." "Leave me. You will get my body but not my mind."

“You think so?” “Yes, I do—” “I mean every word.” His hand closed around mine before I could pull away, firm and warm, not forcing — just holding. The kind of grip that asked rather than demanded. “I know you don’t believe me. But please — stay with me a little longer.” His thumb moved slowly across my knuckles. “You’ve always been there for me, Aria. Even when we were children. You held my hand back then. You remember?” Something flickered at the edge of my memory — formless, just out of reach. Like a dream you feel but can’t describe. My mind grasped for it and found nothing.

knowing my own so called father killed my mother. I entered my room and saw my guitar lying on my bed. I took it from the bed and held it in between my arms. I adjusted the nuts and started rubbing my fingers across it. "I'm still holding onto everything that's dead and gone.. I dont wanna say goodbye 'cause this one means forever. Now you're in the stars and six feet's never felt so far Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers. Oh it hurts so hard for a million different reasons, You took the best of my life and left the rest in pieces... I'm still holding...holding...holding on.."

Then who was this she was holding that wasn't her daughter, was she dreaming? She did a double check and looked down at the feet of the individual; it was very big, two times bigger than Katie's and she glanced up and then she shook herself off the individual, as she moved away, she looked at person, her heart went to her mouth. 'Oh God!' Then she shook herself hard. Pearl, what have you done? She frolicked with her fingers, wondering how she ended up holding...... She watched him smile at her, why was he smiling?

“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.*

I hated that my heart still twisted every time I remembered the way his hands had held me steady. So I stayed still, clutching my chest, determined not to break again.

she says making me chuckle. We somehow managed to lay him down, but he still gripped onto my t-shirt, unwilling to let go of me. Every time I moved he'd say the same three words again. 'Hold me, Daddy.' and I mean, come on... How can I let go when he was being so darn cute, right?