Longing To Belong Novels & Stories

'You belong to me. Oh, how those four little words did something to me. I had always wanted to belong to someone, to share my thoughts, my feelings, my internal fears and my dreams with someone, but this… I knew Lorenzo didn't mean it that way. He meant to chain me to him, and I would be whatever he wanted me to be.

she said, her voice breaking, "do you know how long I've been waiting for you? Why are you only here now? I thought you weren't coming." It was the first time I had ever seen Samantha look so miserable. In the past, I had always been the one in that position. I was the one who waited, begged, hoped, and made myself look pathetic just for the smallest chance that she might choose me. I was always the one with no control. I cleared my throat and looked her over with disgust. "If you didn't want to wait, you could have left anytime. Did I force you to stay here?" Samantha flinched.

To bear witness and bear silence. But every night, after the moons rose and the trials shook the earth, I would sneak to the servants’ balcony and watch. Not because I hoped for glory — no one like me hoped for glory — but because I was hungry for belonging. To witness strength and imagine belonging to it. To pretend, for a breath, that I could be more than mist upon stone.

“Your girlfriend.” Without hesitation, I pulled her closer, capturing her lips with mine in a hungry kiss. Claiming her as mine. Our mouths mingled together, tongues dancing a passionate tango. I felt a sudden, burning need to own, and it consumed me. She pulled me closer by my shirt, seeking closeness at the moment. I reciprocated, drawing her nearer, craving the closeness. I feed off her impatience as I grab the hem of her dress and tug at it. “Take it off,” I growled.

Restarted like it finally found the rhythm it was made for. “I love you too,” I breathed. And when she turned to Asher, to Demian, to tell them the same—I didn’t feel jealousy. I felt whole. Because love like this? It wasn’t about possession. It was about belonging. And we were hers. Now and always. Even if the world burned. We’d still find her. We’d still choose her. And we’d still fight like hell for the chance to keep her.

Butterflies danced among the blossoms. She closed her eyes, feeling the tranquility and beauty of nature, as if becoming one with this landscape. Cora took a deep breath, trying to let the fresh air dispel the gloom in her heart. She really should not have given up so many years of freedom for someone unworthy, confining herself to one house while waiting for a man whose heart was full of someone else to turn back and see her.

I wanted to belong to that kind of intensity. God help me.

“You’re becoming the center of something we don’t understand.” “I already am.” The words came out before I could soften them. Silence stretched. Then—“You’re not alone in it.” Something in my chest shifted, not the ancient presence. Something smaller. More human and definitely more dangerous. I looked away first. RAEL She stood like she belonged to the moment and that was the problem. Not fear, not power, but belonging. The kind that made people follow without realizing they were doing it. The kind that rewrote structures without ever raising a hand.

ELON’S POV I used to think belonging was something people were either given or denied. Some people were born into families that loved them without question. Some people had homes they could always return to. Some people had someone waiting for them at the end of every difficult day. I had spent most of my life believing I was not one of those people. I had always been searching for something I could not name. A place. A person. A reason to stop feeling like I was standing outside my own life.

I wanted children, grandchildren, to experience joy and belonging. I pictured my mates in my mind. Find me, I begged. Find me. Please. I love you…