Longing To Belong Novels & Stories

"No, it's not. People like us? Who aren't sure where we fit? We fit together. We're the outlaws, the outliers, the rebels without a cause. Only we do have a cause. To figure out where the fuck we belong." "I don't belong anywhere," I argue, fully believing what I'm telling him. There's a rambling spirit inside me, one that wants to explore everything, see where I truly feel at home. A devilish smile spreads across his face, the same type of smile that got him into my panties the first time. "You do, you belong with me." "I don't, Wild. I really don't." I shake my head, breathing in the cold air, hoping it settles the raging sea of my stomach and heart. Last night, I did feel a peace with him

Demon replies, his hand tightening around John’s, as if confirming there’s no turning back. I close my eyes and smile, feeling the warmth still hanging in the air, the certainty that what started as an experiment has already become something none of us wants to let go. Here, in this knot of bodies and breath, the rest of the world falls away. And I realize—it isn’t just fire. It’s belonging.

Maybe this was how Cinderella felt as she stepped into a grand ballroom glittering with royalties and aristocrats. She longed to belong, her fingers absent-mindedly tracing the glittering stone on her ring finger as if searching for something to hold on to. Around her, the laughter, endless conversations, and timeless music accentuated her sense of detachment, a stark reminder of the world that habitually kept her at arm’s length. For years, she had fought for everything, including the right to have a family. She had searched for someone to love and who would love her back, driven by the hope that finding love would connect her to a sense of belonging. But so far, it had not gone according t

“How so? Being in love distracts you and separates you from your purpose and your goal.” “Love is a beautiful thing, Benji. It compels you to do things you would never do under normal circumstances. It gives you the ability to protect them in the same way that superhero movies do. It inspires you to be a better person. You would go to any length to protect them and make them happy, even if it meant sacrificing your own happiness and life. When your loved ones are happy, you are happy, and it can become your sole reason to live.” “You are confusing me, Miranda.” He wore a scowl on his face.

She'd been rather straightforward with her flesh and blood comments. My body ached at the thought of taking her to bed with me. I bet a girl like her could fit me. I stroked myself and groaned softly, needing to belong to someone that could take care of me. After so many years of being alone, even with a huge group of people around me, I wanted to belong. I needed to before I faded away forever. I could feel it happening, and for a bleak moment today while she was giving me shit, it dissipated and I felt like someone had dragged me up from the bottom of a cold pool and breathed life into me. Fire. Heat. Passion.

There is no urgency—only the steady, unspoken understanding that this is where we belong. Toget

My days now were packed from morning to night. Yet for the first time, I felt alive. It wasn't like before, when Jason kept me sheltered, drifting through life without direction. This life brought me back to who I used to be. To those years of wandering, of clawing my way forward just to stay alive. For the first time in a long while, I felt like a real, living person again. Still, I knew Jason would come looking for me eventually. I just didn't expect it to happen while I was trying on wedding dresses.

I say suddenly. He turns toward me fully now, attention sharp. “Why?” I hesitate, then let the truth spill out. “Because they make loneliness louder. Everyone talks about family and joy, warmth, togetherness, and belonging… and I always feel like I’m standing just outside the circle. Watching. I have that feeling that I don't really belong anywhere.” I hug my knees to my chest. “I smile. I attend dinners. I pretend it doesn’t hurt. But it does.”

This was a different desire, a more desperate one. It was like mine, the one that lived in me and jumped with excitement every time it saw Madison. It was the desire to own and be owned by someone who I wanted to be one with, who I could feel whole with. It was an aching, grasping need to belong. I moaned into Madison’s kiss and pressed firmly as the small waves took over. Madison pulled back and looked into my eyes. There was so much loneliness and pain in her eyes, then it was gone, like a mask covered it.

I guess it does bother him. “Yes, I guess I do, but I am not your master, and I would never say that I own you. So I was thinking that when this is over, if you want, we would go somewhere and start a life together, maybe get married,” Aspen says. The words life and marriage send a shockwave through me. “Is that what you really want? Do you want to start a life with me?” I ask. Aspen’s hand runs down my back. His touch sends shivers through me. Just being close to him lets me know he is where I belong. I belong to him and him alone. “There is no one on earth I would rather spend my life with than you,” Aspen says.