We Belong Together Novels & Stories

He asked. "My angel was caught up in something I guess so we got late" I shrugged. "Ok! Is our baby sister fine?" He asked. "When did she become your sister?" I asked "The day she became your angel. It's a bro-code that the wife-to-be of any of us will be a sister for others," he reminded me. Ain't these guys too fast? I mean my to-be wife? Here the girl does not wish to breathe the same air as me and they are calling her my wife already.

Ted smirked as he made his way farther into the room. "Just get away from me!" I hollered as I backed away from him. "I don't think so." Ted hissed, walking closer to me a bit faster now. "You belong to me." "I belong to no one!" "Yes you do..." Ted's voice tensed. "...to me!" He growled as he grabbed my arm. "Get off me!" I screamed, trying to push him away with my free hand.

he gently took my hand and led me to a makeshift stage. "All welcome to the Celestial Wedding ball, a ball where we celebrate and remember the vows of a vampire couple that gave rise to the beginnings of the mixed vampire community, tonight of a lunar eclipse a night like the one a vampire proved herself to be a human can turn into a vampire...let the party begin!"

He had a hard time looking at Mikey. You see, Mikey and Melissa are twins, after all. Whenever he looked Mikey in the eye, he could see some resemblance of his ex in his former captain. Mikey called the waitress and ordered their favorite meals. The diner is the team’s favorite hangout. Even though it was a bit far from the campus, they often celebrated here each time they had won a match. This place had so many memories, yet looking back now, Anton realized those were just...memories.

She said and I turned my body back towards the view. "Being together will make us hate each other. It's like we're not meant for each other." I said because it's right. I don't know what will happen after this, I don't want to predict the future. "Don't you like it when I left? Isn't that what you want?" I asked carefully.

It won’t be boring knowing that I have to space around the building alone while I wait for her class to be over. “What do we do now?” Kate asked me, we still had an hour before our next class so a smile spread through my face. “I think we should go check out how to join a practice group, what do you think?” The friendship I shared with Kate was the best. We both have to agree on something together before taking action. “That reminds me, I saw a stamp somewhere with rule books,” I lifted my brows curiously waiting for her to explain further but instead she held my hands. “Follow me.”

The three think the same phrase at the same time. In different places of the house. But connected by the same truth. Because after everything—after loss, war, pain, betrayal, and rebuilding—they finally understood. She didn't belong to any of them alone. She belonged to both. And they belonged to her. And together, the three built something none of them could build alone. And she was twice loved, twice chosen, twice ours.

After my younger sister, Zoe Reed, caused my third miscarriage, I'd finally had enough. I gathered every piece of evidence I could find, determined to expose everything she'd done. But Simon Terry, my husband, stopped me. "Don't. I'll make sure that murderer pays for what she did to our children myself." My parents, Edward and Marissa Reed, were just as adamant. They swore they'd make Zoe pay and get justice for me. In the end, Simon and my parents personally sent her to a criminal compound in Vardonia. Every year on the anniversaries of my babies' deaths, I would pull up the live surveillance feed of Zoe serving out her punishment there. Five years passed. I didn't miscarry again, and

we belong. I bow slightly in my mind, as much as I can in reality. “I… I understand. I will follow. I… I want to belong.” Her hand brushes my shoulder in the physical world, a small gesture, grounding me. It feels like sunlight warming a frost-bitten landscape. I tremble at the touch, knowing it’s more than simple reassurance. It is acceptance. A welcome. A promise. The link pulses again, and I feel the teens’ tentative acknowledgment, the wolves’ restrained approval, Koa’s quiet satisfaction. We are no longer individuals. We are threads woven together, fragile yet resilient, forming a whole greater than the sum of its parts.

Finally ready. Changed and whole and completely united. Whatever came next, we'd face it together. All three of us. All our light and all our darkness. Everything we were. It would have to be enough, it had to be.