Where You Belong Novels & Stories

“That is the true magic of it. You carry your roots wherever you go, but there is nothing quite like coming back to where you belong.” TO BE CONTINUED

My life had only just begun. —The End

I can feel it! I walk across the concrete floor to get into one of my cars. I hear something. I stop and listen. It is very low, but it is definitely something. "Who is there?" I shout. Something or someone begins to sniffle. Whoever is crying is hurt or upset? It could be a hybrid looking for refuge. It does happen occasionally. I am like a private bunkhouse they try to get to if they escape. Only a few know about me. If they know and share information about me, they were recaptured somewhere along the way.

I need to reign it in before I scare her away. We are driving with the top off my Jeep, wind blowing through our hair and they are both singing the lyrics loudly while dancing in their seats. "I got a river for a soul, and baby you're a boat." It's hilarious and adorable. I have to make myself focus on the road instead of the leggy brunette beside me whose turquoise blue sundress has ridden pretty far up those tan legs of hers. I can't help myself, I need to touch her. So I casually move my right hand to her thigh and give a gentle squeeze before leaving it there. Somehow the physical contact makes listening to One Direction just a little bit less painful.

It is their home. For a long time, he had always wanted to have a home. But he learned that it was not just some four cornered brick wall with a few windows, a door and a roof. A house is not just a home. A home is where you can dwell memories and feel a sense of belongingness. A home is family. And he finally found his. A place to call home. End.

Your enemy is a part of you guys locked up and doesn't want to be found. And when you find that out, you would see that there is so much that you need to know. “Please, tell me the step I need to go through now.” You have to put me on that circular position once again. “Let me figure out where I am.” “Let me figure out how with this memory is I do not have time to spare.” All my life I've been feeling like I did not belong but I do belong because in the world. I say to her and she nods her head towards me.

ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴏ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ, ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ

"No, it's not. People like us? Who aren't sure where we fit? We fit together. We're the outlaws, the outliers, the rebels without a cause. Only we do have a cause. To figure out where the fuck we belong." "I don't belong anywhere," I argue, fully believing what I'm telling him. There's a rambling spirit inside me, one that wants to explore everything, see where I truly feel at home. A devilish smile spreads across his face, the same type of smile that got him into my panties the first time. "You do, you belong with me." "I don't, Wild. I really don't." I shake my head, breathing in the cold air, hoping it settles the raging sea of my stomach and heart. Last night, I did feel a peace with him

He said to the camera clicking his tongue which made the other guys laugh too. “If you were to dedicate someone with one of your songs, what would it be and to whom? Let's start with you Silas?" Sharon gestures. Silas took a moment. “Oh Geez… Uh..” He thinks thoroughly as he takes a while to answer. “Hurry up Silas we don’t have all day.” Jasper jokes. Silas laughs, "I think... Where You Belong because I wrote it with The McDonns. It's very memorable for me."

To belong somewhere. You didn't belong just to your husband or lover. You can belong anywhere you want if you let yourself believe that you deserve better. Life didn't end from one mistake. Humans made mistakes—sometimes horrible ones. They pay for them day and night, wishing they had chosen something else. It was all about choices.