We Belong Together Novels & Stories

"We've survived too much to fall apart now." Mike joins us, completing the triangle. "Together," he says simply. Together, It's the only word that matters.

You support each other in your strengths and complement each other where the other has some shortcomings. You help each other to be better beings and together you have weathered more than one storm that did not sweep you away. Nowhere. You have risen even stronger than before. And that's how I know you two are perfect for each other." To hell with it.

Freya squeezes my hand and steps forward. “We won together,” she adds. “Equal. United. This is our strength. Remember it. Practice it. Live it. We’re one pack now old and new. One family. Under a better way.” The howl that rises shakes the clearing. This isn’t an ending. It’s a beginning. And we started it together.

But none of that mattered. Right now, all that existed was Christian’s hands on my body and the fierce, overwhelming need to lose myself in him completely. Tonight, in this quiet corner of the library, I was going to let him remind me exactly who I belonged to. And I was going to remind him right back.

“Not here. Not with us.” Warmth spreads through me, pushing back the ache. I don’t tell them everything, but I give them enough. Enough for them to see me. Enough for me to see them. I smooth my hand over the tablecloth, listening as they pick up their conversation again, lighter now, easier. I realize how quickly the bond is forming between us—not just with one, but with all of them. The idea of belonging doesn’t feel like a dream anymore . It feels like the beginning.

No matter how this ends, we’re not walking out of here the same people we were when we walked in. And this time, we’re not on opposite sides. We’re all together as one.

I said as I walked toward the chair beside my mum. "Morning son,"they chorused at the same time, and I looked at them with a confused look on my face. They smiled at me way too cheerfully. What's wrong with them? What could have made them this happy? I asked myself but I couldn't get an answer to it. They're a cheerful couple, but I think there are more than thirty happy moods that I wasn't aware of.

Would we be better together this time? My biggest fear was that maybe we weren’t meant for each other. Maybe that was why it hadn’t worked out before. But if that was the case, why had life re-united us? Why had we met again? There had to be a reason. There were many reasons, in fact.

She wears high heels, I wear sneakers She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers Dreamin' 'bout the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time If you could see that I'm the one who understands you Been here all along, so why can't you see You belong with me Standin' by and waitin' at your back door All this time, how could you not know, baby You belong with me You belong with me Oh, I remember you drivin' to my house In the middle of the night I'm the one who makes you laugh When you know you're 'bout to cry

Not that the fact still didn’t piss her off, or the fact that he may butt his nose in where it didn’t belong. Next, her eyes moved to the photo to the right of it, which was of Jay and Jake for Jay’s 21st birthday. Jake was only two months older than him, so they had chosen Jay’s birthday to celebrate in style. She never heard, officially, what happened that night, but she knew it was wild. She ran her finger nail over the photo, a smile tugging at her lips. She loved how close they were, how thick as thieves they were. Friends like that don’t come along every day and you should always value those types of people in your life. And as her finger ran off the frame, she frowned. If she p