Where Do I Belong Book Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but wince a bit at the pain in her voice, or the look that flashed in her eyes. "I don't belong here. I want to go home." She finally said, breaking into tears. "I don't know how I got into this book, but I certainly do not want to know, nor do I care. So please, take me back home." She was talking about a book again. "A book? Are you trying to say we are all in a book?" Imani asked, not letting go of her calm facade, which was helping Anisa. "Yes," Anisa sniffed before she continued. "This is a book and you all are characters in it. How do you think I knew about Belinda and the rejection?" She asked, staring at me with her tear-stained face.

Not pulling. Just there. I don’t lean into it. But I don’t move away either. I flip more pages. There are notes about my speech. My posture. Where I was allowed to walk. Who I was allowed to talk to. The fact that I was never allowed to see myself as belonging to anyone. Belonging was a vulnerability. And vulnerability was dangerous. My hands are cold now. Even with Kael touching me. “She will return to the capital when the time is right. And then, she will serve.”

It was as if the pack's history was a secret world, and she was now a part of it. As she reached the end of the book, Hailee couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. She realized that she was now a part of the pack, whether she liked it or not. And for the first time, she felt a glimmer of hope that she could find her place here, that she could belong somewhere.

I continued to read her CV to know more about her. I found something about her, though it was a little details. She used to live in the countryside, and came to the city three days ago in search of a job. It was the same day she fell down from the sky or maybe a building. The poor girl had to experience bad things on her arrival to the city. I felt bad and sad for her but why? I shouldn't think about this. Maybe because my head is hurting. I closed my eyes for a while to relax, but I accidentally slept off with my laptop beside me.

So well, Malisa and Aiden's story hasn't ended yet as there would be a part two. I'll inform you guys about it when it's out... In the meantime, you guys can check out my other books. The Better Place : A very emotional story about decisions and how they affect our future. It's dedicated to my deceased friend, Jemmy.... ( Book is completed with 180 chapters . Available on, Goodnovel and Web Novel. ) Depressed ( love yourself ) : A unique book on learning to love oneself and building a strong self esteem... Also a book on Self discovery. ( Book is completed and is Available on N******t. )

Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

He’ll never be done. And now, the pack, the only place I’ve begun to feel like I belong, is about to burn because of me. Because of my father and who I am.

The way she’d wait up for him, pretending she wasn’t tired. He had mistaken her consistency for permanence. A mistake many people never realize they’ve made until it costs them everything. --- She, meanwhile, was learning how to be seen without trying. It surprised her. At the bookstore, a woman struck up a conversation about the novel she was holding. At the clinic, the nurse remembered her name. At the café, the barista asked if she wanted her usual. Each interaction was small. But together, they stitched something new inside her — a sense of belonging that didn’t require her to disappear.

Theo spoke with so much determination and love that her eyes almost filled with tears. “I know...” She quietly whispered, afraid that her voice will give away the tears threatening to escape her eyes, though she knew he probably already sensed her emotions. “Thank you..” She spoke a bit louder this time.. “Thanks for what?” “For accepting me…as I am…who I am…It’s difficult to explain….but I feel like I belong here…” Charlotte chuckled at the thought… “ It’s like I never knew I could belong anywhere…all my life I have been conditioned to believe that I am different…in the H.O.P.E program in school and then in college…at home…I didn’t feel like a family to my Uncle because we were never so clo

Her electric blue eyes sparkle with delight as she sees me caring so much about her. "Any way, that's not why I called you, I need you to go to the book store and get me a book" she says while walking over to me and giving me a paper with the name of the book on it. I take it from her and kiss her cheek. "Certo mamma" (Of course mom) I drive through New York, in my white Maserati, to the book store mamma told me to go. I walk in and head straight to the section where the book might be. I finally get the book and head to the cashier to pay for the book.