No Te Pertenece Novels & Stories

Carla “Red. Something red! Black. Blue. Green Fucking yellow. But nothing red!” I yell in frustration, pulling out all the clothes from my closet. This has to be some sort of a joke. I have all the colors except for red. How can this be? I mean isn’t red a very common color? Why don’t I have something red? I know, I know, a red dress is something almost everyone has. Why don’t I have a red dress?

she said. “ So you’re saying you haven’t found one in this whole organization?” Mr. Edgecombe asked surprised. “Yep,” she said. “ And now don’t say I resemble my mom.” “ You know I will,” Mr. Edgecombe laughed.” Well, find one fast.”

So Tyler ran to her—complaining like a child. A wave of exhaustion washed over me. "I'm not making a scene. I really do wish you both well," I said. She fell silent for a beat, then softened slightly. "Don't get the wrong idea. I was the one who asked Tyler to let you know. Make sure you come to the family dinner tonight. Mom and Dad are not happy with how you behaved today. You can explain it to them yourself." Without thinking, I refused. "There's no need. I'm just an outsider now. No reason to crash your family dinner."

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

“Don’t act like you’re innocent in all of this. We all know what the truth is. It’s only you who denies it.” My jaw tightened with frustration as Caleb’s words cut through the air like a sword. The memory of that night flashed through my mind, vivid and raw, stirring a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within me. Yes, I had been drawn to Amy like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull of her presence. But we cannot... “Enough, Caleb,” I interjected sharply, my patience waning. “You have no right to display my personal life. This is neither the time nor the place for any of this. Also, it’s none of your business.”

“GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.” “The mate bond will put you in your place,” Sebastian tells her as he goes into the hallway. “MY PLACE?” Temperance screams. “The mate bond will put you in your place. Where you belong, as BETA, you will be my Beta. FUCK the equal shit. I don’t want a partner anymore.” Zachary and Janice stand outside their bedroom watching the scene in front of them. “You never wanted a partner. That was some fantasy you created in your head. You want a male Luna, well sorry SISTER, you ain't gettin' it. I’ll reject your sorry ass before I submit to being Luna,” Sebastian picks up his clothes.

"Check the news. Now." He opened the video. "Gunnerson Elite Ryan Morton to Marry the Harts' Heiress." In all of Gunnerson, there was only one Hart heiress. Diana.

, thought Ben wondering what the other buttons meant. He pressed at storage next. It was empty, just as he expected. Then he pressed on creation center a notification appeared in front of him, stating 'This function is not available conditions not met' He tried again but it still didn't work. So he left that and pressed notification. There was only one notification stating 'voice condition function disabled, meet the requirements for enabling the function'. Ben wondered how long it would take him to meet the requirements and conditions for activating these functions. He then pressed on a mission,

"No, ma'am, we're old classmates." After Kaizen's explanation, my head nodded in agreement, the owner said "Ah." After an hour and then turned to leave, I breathed a sigh of relief see Kaizen said. I also quickly talked to him "I'm sorry, because she's familia with me, that's why she asked."

“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.”