Where You Belong Novels & Stories

“This pack is yours too, Esme. You belong here. You have a place.” I flinch again. Belonging… it’s a foreign word. Something I have tasted only in fragments in dreams I did not let myself fully remember. But here, now, it pulses inside me as tangibly as the warmth radiating from Zenith. I let myself breathe a little deeper, let the tiniest fraction of trust slip through.

For a long time, I thought being forgotten meant becoming nothing. The Silence teaches you that eventually. That if enough time passes— if enough people disappear— you stop belonging anywhere. But standing here now— with Hope grinning nearby, with Void silently guarding the balcony, with laughter echoing from inside the apartment where the Devourer argued with kitchen appliances again— I understood something different. Belonging wasn’t about where you started. It was where people chose to keep making room for you. Ava touched my forehead gently. The lantern around her flickered softly.

Because whatever tomorrow brought… I knew where I belonged. With him. THE END

Yes, I just changed my ringing tone, it's still Super Junior's song to cheer me up. Humairah's name was printed on my cellphone screen. My face became radiant. Humairah is my best friend since we were both in elementary school. It has been five years or more I have not met this beautiful girl who really likes to wear the blue hijab. .it was because Humairah had to return to Saudi Arabia -- where she came from. Since her biological mother died, her family decided to return to Saudi Arabia. Humairah and I can only communicate online.

Were Charlotte and Ian made for each other like his parents thought? What happens to the two love birds who are novice to love but fall in the fervency of irresistible attraction? Will they counter their challenges and earn up to the life of happily ever after or swirl in the whirlpool of problems landing into more misunderstandings? Read more to explore greater - I don't belong to you CEO, an intense love journey of two flaming hearts virtuous to the fire of ardency.

The promise of the night beckoned, and the anticipation hung in the air like a secret waiting to be unraveled. We soon headed to the most popular club in the city—Vengeance. The name carried a sense of mystery. As we entered the club, the thumping music and vibrant lights signaled the start of a night filled with adventures. The atmosphere was electric, and I felt myself getting lost in the rhythm, letting the music drown out my thoughts. "Tonight, we get wasted!" Mara declared over the music, whisking me toward the bar. Leaning provocatively against the bar in her baby pink mini dress showing ample cleavage, Mara ran her hand sensuously over the counter and greeted the bartender with a flir

"I'm guessing 'I just can't wait to be King' is your favourite song from that movie," Marcus chuckled, "Not because I want an evil uncle to push him down a cliff but it is because it signified me being an adult and doing what I wanted. 'Hakuna Matata' is a close second though." "Now that you're an adult, it's better right?" "I won't say that. I guess in a way I'm still that little kid searching for his approval, but I'm starting to do my own thing, even if it's coming late," "As long as you're starting to do your own thing, it doesn't matter how late."

It was Jayce who broke the hush. "Hyung, we've decided to set up a branch of my company here. This land originally belongs to our mother, and it will be part of the Alit Empire," Jayce announced, surprising Mr. Alit with the idea. It was a clever move. "So, you're coming back to our homeland. The day has finally arrived," Mr. Alit remarked, a mixture of joy and sadness in his expression. He wished his brother would be here too, but the topic of returning had always been met with refusal.

Sharp. Something inside me snapped. Maybe it was yesterday. Maybe it was everything. But I was done. “Then where do I belong?” I shot back. His eyes narrowed slightly. “What?” “You keep saying that,” I continued, my voice stronger now. “I don’t belong here. I don’t belong at home. I don’t belong anywhere, right?” “Alexa—” “No,” I cut him off. “Answer me.” For a second— Just one second— Something flickered in his eyes.

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.