Belongings Synonym Novels & Stories

Liam snapped his head at me, the corner of his eye twitching with baffling astonishment. “I’m not jealous. I just happen to be knowingly possessive of what belongs to me.” In the back of my mind, I wasn’t entirely certain where I stood on the whole topic of ‘belonging to someone’ or being referred to as ‘someone else’s property’. I knew it was meant as a serious term of endearment to wolves. I guess it just raised a lot of flags in my mind because I still wasn’t completely certain as to where Liam and I stood relationship-wise. Would he still feel this passionate come the end of the term?

But she knew, somehow, that the word she'd written on the card—*belonging*—wasn't something she had to find anymore. She was already building it.

She crosses her arms cheekily. Bufo and my brothers stop laughing. '' Don't you dare joke about it, darling, no other man will touch you, you are ours and no one else's. Christopher is serious and she smiles. “I know that very well. “It's really good. She rolls her eyes. “Possessives!” “We are. “We answered together.

I am no one's property. The End♡

“You do. You just don’t want to admit it yet.” His certainty was both irritating and oddly reassuring. “London treated you well,” he continued. “But that was never where you belonged, Christian. This—” he gestured around the room, the estate, the legacy “—this is yours.” I exhaled slowly. “Belonging is a stretch, Abuelo.” He nodded, acknowledging the truth in that. “Because of her?” I said nothing. I didn’t need to. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his temple. “I know what this house represents for you. What those walls took from you.”

She grins and clasps her hand over mine. "A claim is a very powerful thing on a wolf. Not only does it ward off any other male, but it also labels you as belonging to someone else." I frown. I hate that word, belong. It makes me feel like a possession, a property and that is not something I am okay with. I am my own person.

I giggled, thinking about my clever plan. Jim dropped me off at school, and I looked at the big, old building. Jim said my school was famous and old, and I had read about the word “famous” just yesterday. It meant many people knew about it. Just like Scooby-Doo! “There you go, little man.” Jim handed me my backpack and ruffled my hair. “Have a great day at school.” “Jim,” I whined, “I am a big boy, don't do that.”

He even said before leaving the room, "I didn't give you a birthday present yesterday." After saying that, he disappeared far from my room, now gaze turned to the object in my hand. Surprised to see an expensive necklace given to me as a gift. Me begins to feel guilty because Ren only works for a small company. Then how could he buy me such an expensive item. But now I still have work to do, so I have to put it aside and wait for the right time to return it. …

Their presence felt good but their over possessiveness was suffocating. 'What am I doing... It feels like I will go crazy, I am going all romantic and erotic with these men who threatened me to lock in their mansion... Everything is so messy, they are hybrids and honestly I don't even know the exact meaning of it or what they are capable of. And I am their mate, but how can a human be someone's mate...

"You will die here. And your fucking wild rutt of a mate is dying right now in the depths of jungles of this city. I am not fucking stupid to leave a fucking mated wolf to track me down for killing his mate." He picked up an iron rod, at the of which was a heavy metal containing screws and iron plates attached, something like it was pulled out of a vehicle, a heavy truck, belonging in a garage. Some rust was covering it from the tip to the end. I had never seen it at our home, ever. He had brought it with himself. He had planned everything. Mason swung it left and right in the air in front of my eyes, making me aware that he wanted to see the fear of upcoming death in my eyes.