Novel & Cerita Never Meant To Belong Bleach

My fingers wrapped around his. Talia is here now. She sat across from me, in silence too. For once, she didn't know what to say. Neither did I, for real. Because something had shifted inside me again. Not broken. I mean, not yet. But it cracked. Like deeply cracked. “He said something,” I finally whispered. Talia looked up quickly and straight. “What?” I choked back a lump. “He said I don't belong here.” Her expression darkened. “What does that even mean?”

“I already have it.” He nodded slowly. “Yeah.” The wind picked up slightly. Cold air brushing against my skin. Reminding me I was still here. Still present. Even if I felt… apart. “They look at me like I’m something else,” I said. “You are.” I shook my head. “Not like that.” “How then?” “Like I don’t belong with them anymore.” Kael stepped closer this time. Still careful. Still measured. “You don’t belong the same way.” That stung.

I whisper in her direction. The way she looks at me makes me think that she wants to answer, but she has lost her voice. I stroke the fur between her ears, and her back leg thumps happily. “I will take care of him,” I whisper again. “I promise.” Bubbles nuzzles herself closer to my chest and lets out a mournful sigh. Violet’s voice softens. ‘You were never meant to belong to Riven. You were meant to burn.’ My chest aches. “Burn how?” I whisper aloud.

“You bastard! You fucking marked me!” Zarek licked the trickles of blood by the side of his lips, his gaze meeting mine. The bastard looked quite pleased with himself. “You're mine. Don't even think about leaving. You're stuck with me for life. While alive, you're mine. When dead, you will be my ghost. Forever.” Ear piercing screams filled the room. It took me a whole minute to realize I was the one shrieking and heaving. My eyes turned red, capillaries visible in them.

I whisper, voice barely more than air. A pause. Then, softer—almost amused. Rouge doesn’t mean alone. The word sends a shiver down my spine. It means unclaimed. Something inside me stirs, not in fear—but recognition. I clutch the blanket, pulse roaring in my ears. “Get out of my head,” I whisper. A low, almost gentle laugh follows. They’re afraid because you don’t belong to them yet. The presence recedes before I can respond, leaving behind a silence heavier than before.

Her eyes filled with tears that dropped on Aramide's photo, she remembered the photo clearly. "You are right, I don't mean anything to you, I am just your assistant," Blaire said as she proceeded to leave the room "Mother" That word was enough to make Blaire freeze "How can someone I see as my mother, ever say she means nothing to me?" Aramide asked as their eyes locked and Blaire wasted time pulling her into a hug. In the photo Blaire and Aramide were smiling brightly with tear-filled eyes, Tears that until now had never fallen, but now she was gone. Aramide was gone. She was dead.

I closed the door with a thud. I padded to the bathroom and peeled off my clothes. I walked out and stood in front of the full-length mirror. Most of the marks had faded, but the bond mark remained, acting as a reminder that I belonged to this pack now, that I belonged, yet I didn’t. I had a mate and yet…I didn’t.

Her whole body had gone numb as she fell on the floor, not knowing how to endure the pain in her heart. She was broken and hurt as her heart was bleeding. She lowered her head not knowing how to understand what happened. It was such a disaster, but who caused it?! “I will never allow you to snatch my necklace away!!” yelled Lydia “It is a memoire of my father’s love! It is your daughter’s fault for losing the sign of father’s eternal love!! I will tell him what you have done!! I will tell him about everything you are doing to me!!” Bianca’s silent cries soon started to become loud sobs, that echoed throughout the villa, as she remembered it. She cried so much until her eyes dried up and she

His amber eyes flicked down to me, unreadable yet heavy with intent. "Now…" he murmured, his voice like distant thunder, "you learn what it means to belong to me." A shiver coursed through me—not from the cold, but from the inevitability of what came next. I wasn’t just a prize of war. I was his claim. After what I had witnessed, I knew there was no escaping him.

Peach took a step closer to me, her basket swinging low by her side, but her free hand lifted, shoving hard against my shoulder. It wasn’t enough to knock me over, but it was enough to make me stumble back a step, enough to make the cart thud against my leg. Enough to remind me that I didn’t belong here, and that I was never allowed to forget who I was. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, Blake,” Peach sneered, her teeth flashing. “You and your whole damn family are a stain on this town, but somehow, you think apologizing would help us in a way.”