Novel & Cerita Longing To Belong

Your enemy is a part of you guys locked up and doesn't want to be found. And when you find that out, you would see that there is so much that you need to know. “Please, tell me the step I need to go through now.” You have to put me on that circular position once again. “Let me figure out where I am.” “Let me figure out how with this memory is I do not have time to spare.” All my life I've been feeling like I did not belong but I do belong because in the world. I say to her and she nods her head towards me.

She was more than happy and agreed with Charles. She had thought many times over the years during her inescapable loneliness and fear. She thought about what kind of life she would want if she could just be allowed to? She would think about her future and hope it would be a bright one. She wanted to find true love and write her own happy ending. Now, she had a chance to make that happen and nothing was going to take this opportunity away from her.

They love my food. There was no reason to stay in New Orleans, I love my parents, but they should visit me. Love is hard for us, people like me, because our soul is not here, it is far away. They say nostalgia is longing for the past, what do we call longing for the future -- hope? I'm absolutely terrified of the future, I know things may not work out the way I want, but I can't help but hope. I've never belonged in New Orleans, and I know that I belong her, in New York, with the insanity and chaos of the city. The city that never sleeps.

Like I have to be better than them. But the longer I stand there, the more I can feel my chest tightening, the anger rising in me. I’m so tired of this. Of the whispers, of the way they look at me like I don’t belong. I don’t need to belong to them, but damn it, it hurts. It hurts in a way that I didn’t expect. And where the hell is Trix in all of this?

Not sadness or even hope but hunger for freedom, belonging, and for the version of me I was always meant to be. I drift into sleep with that hunger inside me.

I caught myself before the longing became too obvious, clearing my throat with a shrug. "It's not your fault," I assured him, giving him a small smile. "But I'm done running. Being here with you, it feels like I've found a place where I can belong." The olive branch burned my cheeks, but he didn't seem put off by my honesty. If anything, he seemed to preen. "I want you to belong here," he said, his voice low and filled with an emotion I couldn't quite place. "With me." "I think that is a possessive dragon thing," I admitted, feeling vulnerable and trying to break the growing tension with a joke. "You barely know me, you know?"

“Then I’ll be content knowing I got to love you the way you deserve—even if it’s only for a little while.” And just like that, the cracks in my heart deepened. Because I was starting to realize… This wasn’t just about love. It was about belonging. And I didn’t know how to give that to only one of them—when all three had already claimed pieces of me.

“Should I announce that every inch of me belongs to you?” A thrill shot down my spine. “Is that true? Does every part of you really belong to me?” I teased, dragging my teeth over my bottom lip. His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Do I look like I belong to anyone else?” I shrugged. “I don’t know... I’m not with you 24/7.” He dipped his head, nibbling on my earlobe. “There’s no other woman I want. But I still wonder” he kissed a trail down my neck “if the woman I want, wants me just as badly.”

I whispered, sadness threading through my voice. He seemed almost confused by the emotion on my face. “Why does that matter?” “Because names are important,” I said softly. “Someone gives them to you. It means you were claimed. Or loved. It means you belong somewhere.” “I belong to no one.” “That’s the sad part.” Something shifted inside him, subtle but real, like the faintest fracture in old stone. “I have never required belonging,” he said carefully. “You say that like you’ve never even thought about it.”

“And you will never be alone. Not while we’re here. Not while we live. The bond doesn’t just tie us to you. It ties us together. And together, we are unstoppable.” I swallowed hard, feeling the bond flare violently again, hot and consuming, tying me to them, to this new life, to the danger and the fire and the hunger. My chest ached with desire, fear, and a strange, overwhelming sense of belonging. “Then… I’ll stay,” I whispered, voice trembling. “With all of you. Even if the world tries to tear us apart.”