Your Hand And Mine Novels & Stories

He slides his warm palm against mine, then laces our fingers together. "What are you doing?" I ask, looking up at him. "What is this?" "I believe this is called hand-holding. People do it when they are fond of another person." He smiles, his eyes flaring with amusement. "Or when they want to piss off someone's mother." "And which one is this?" "A bit of both."

I lay a rug out on the sand and sitting, pat the space next to me. She joins me slipping her hand into my hand. It feels good… really good.... and I glow inside… .... until, my fingers playing with hers, I find the empty spot, where once, twinned rings of gold and red and white once sat together....

I couldn't help but feel both envious and awestruck all at the same time. "Mia!" Minho's voice boomed into my ear like thunder as he enveloped me in his arms and helped shut down my envious thoughts "I have missed you so much, how have you been?" He was all smiles as usual and I found his happiness soothing enough to momentary make me forget my insecurities. "Am alright Minho. I missed you too" I answered as we broke apart. "Hi" the beautiful woman interrupted our greetings and hesitantly offered her hand to me for a handshake "am Kristal. I have heard so much about you from Minho"

Luna Marley's surprise is palpable, and I nod, offering a convincing smile to reinforce my statement. "Yes, we are getting along quite well," I affirm, extending my hand toward Alex in a silent invitation. For a moment, he hesitates, his gaze fixed on my outstretched hand as if grappling with an internal conflict. Frustration bubbles within me at his apparent indecision—here I am, trying to save his skin, and he freezes up. Without further hesitation, I reach out and grasp his hand, intertwining our fingers. His hand dwarfs mine, warm and solid against my skin, and I can't help but notice the electricity that seems to crackle as our skin touches.

I sat there alone in the black dining room with the card on the table and his words sitting in my chest like something heavy. You are more similar to him than you currently know. Similar to a thing with red eyes and fangs and claws. Similar to something four hundred years old. I looked at my hands flat on the table. Ordinary hands. Ordinary skin. Weren't they. The coffee arrived. I didn't touch it.

he replies, his hand reaching out to cover mine. I look down at our intertwined fingers, a tangible symbol of our interwoven lives. In his touch, I find a paradoxical blend of strength and fragility.

he said softly and holding his hand out for me to take . I took his hand and intertwined it with mines and I felt his hand tighten around mines. I smiled as I looked down at our joined hands.

But it was now joined by something else—a steely, collective determination. Aiden’s hand found mine under the table. His grip was firm, a silent vow.

The warmth of his touch, an unspoken testament to the enduring bond between us, created a cocoon within which the outside world momentarily faded away. His other hand, still securely cradling me, spoke of a steadfast support that extended beyond the physical realm. In that embrace, I could feel the strength of his commitment, the unwavering foundation upon which our shared journey rested. The duality of his touch, one hand cupping my face in a gesture of tenderness, the other holding me with a sturdy reassurance, encapsulated the multifaceted nature of our connection.

“Stop being mean to me! Stop being mean to me!” I break down in tears. My chest is stifling. It cannot contain my frustration. Why won't anything ever go my way? “Kael, what do I do?” Kael pats my back with an assuring look. “It's okay. This is not the end. You can still shift another full moon. Pull yourself together.” “What do I do? What do I do Kael…I'm so confused right now…” She sighs and without speaking another word, she just pulls me into her body. I stay there in her hands and my tears flow.