Where Do I Belong Book Novels & Stories

But what surprises Vienna was the volume of the books, no offense but she thought Leopard was not the type of guy who likes to read books, other than maps and such. She somehow landed her eyes in a certain book lying on the table that caught her attention. Vienna took it and read the title, Where I truly Belong. She smirked at the book's title, it seems like even the book is confused about where it truly belongs, just like Vienna. She returned it above the table and walk near the window where the houses and the large scale of water surrounding the island shines as the morning setting sun appear, turning the seawater into gold. She has never been this peaceful ever since, and it gives her suc

5 years ago, I was blessed to open a publishing house as well. E.H. Publishing has had success with multiple top-selling books, and awards. I am grateful for my success, and the benefits packages that accompany it but, were I being honest with myself, I feel empty. It has been several decades since I felt a woman embrace. I have tried, I have tried to move on but, soon all becomes dust in the wind and I have yet to find someone who touches my soul just as my sweet Eliza did. I will never again be able to see her, feel her again.

And in that moment, the past finds me. Not as a wound. But as something I’ve survived. I don’t run. I don’t crumble. I stand my ground. Because for the first time in my life, I belong somewhere. And I won’t let anyone take that from me.

Her fierce demeanor. Thank you for the votes and reviews. You guys helped me get 3rd place in the contest. We have a few more chapters before this story closes to an end. Don't worry, you will find out soon more about Dominic and Elizabeth. Book 2 in the series Baine Family: Love and War is out with few chapters until I complete this. Finally My own Love. Again thank you for your patience and I promise to update as soon as possible.

And it was fear. At night, I would sit by the small window in the guest room, staring out at the city lights that glittered like stars trapped in glass towers. And every night, the same thought nibbled at me: You don’t belong here. You didn’t belong there either. So where do I belong? Today, after Marcus left to run errands, I sat cross-legged on the floor again, children’s books scattered around me like fallen leaves. I was trying to sound out the words under my breath, but nothing stuck. My chest tightened with frustration until I finally threw the book aside.

My days now were packed from morning to night. Yet for the first time, I felt alive. It wasn't like before, when Jason kept me sheltered, drifting through life without direction. This life brought me back to who I used to be. To those years of wandering, of clawing my way forward just to stay alive. For the first time in a long while, I felt like a real, living person again. Still, I knew Jason would come looking for me eventually. I just didn't expect it to happen while I was trying on wedding dresses.

he barked at me over his shoulder. Pride aside, I didn't need to come home completely soaked and frozen to the bone. I was already cold, and I hadn't even gone outside... So I hesitantly agreed, "That would be nice, thanks." I walked over to the couch, where I sat down and started to put on my shoes. At that moment, the very familiar song thirty seven Stitches by Drowning Pool blared through the apartment and I froze in place at the words I knew by heart: “See me sitting here? I'm waiting for you to say something. I kick rocks with my head down. I'm kicking stones on the way down to hell, waiting for you to say something...”

And wrote: *“The boy who hurt me didn’t get the last word. The one who stayed silent had to listen. And the one I’m still learning to trust… stood beside me while I faced them both. This story doesn’t belong to the people who tried to steal it anymore. It belongs to me.”*

“Even if she’s still moving.” That landed softly and deep. “I don’t think belonging is fixed,” I said after a moment. “I think it’s practiced.” Ana smiled. “I like that answer.” On my walk home, I thought about Cassian. Not with longing that pulled at me. With familiarity that felt earned. The kind that didn’t demand constant contact to stay alive. When I got back to my apartment, there was a package waiting by the door. His handwriting on the label. I smiled before opening it.

“It doesn’t happen all at once. Belonging never does.” The word settled into me like a weight and a comfort all at once. Belonging. I exhaled shakily. “I feel calm here,” I confessed. “Even when I shouldn’t. Even when I’m confused everywhere else.” His gaze softened, just slightly. “Because you don’t have to pretend here.” I laughed quietly, but it cracked halfway through. “I don’t even know who I’m pretending to be anymore.” He reached out then, fingers brushing my wrist—gentle, grounding. “You don’t have to know yet.”