Where You Belong Novels & Stories

He said softly as he planted a kiss on my lips and I felt fireworks went off in my head. My dream of standing on stage has led me right into Robin’s arms and he was right all along. I belong to him and no one else. The End.

I danced and sang along with the music. “Coming home used to feel so good….I'm a stranger now in my neighborhood…I've seen the world at a faster place…And I'm coming now from a different place…Though I may look the same way to you…Underneath there is somebody new…I am not the boy next door…I don't belong like I did before…Nothing ever seems like it used to be…You can have your dreams but you can't have me…Oh, I can't come back there anymore…'Cause I am not the boy next door…You've been saving those souvenirs…Faded photographs from our foolish years…We made plans but they're wearing thin…And they don't work out 'cause I don't fit it…And those memories'll just weigh you down…'Cause I got no pl

"You don't have to take my wellbeing seriously it's not your fault I got attacked or molested you don't necessarily have to be glad that I survived. It's okay." "No you don't understand, " he sniffed and tears threatened to obscure his vision, "You could've died. I could've failed to protect you. Anything bad could have happened to you." "Well I am not your responsibility. If I didn't make it, it wouldn't be your fault."

I decided to start with the most important one first, "Where have you been?" "I've lived in many different places over the last few years, recently I was in Washington again trying to find some trace of where you went to," he explained. "How did you find me?" "Jack called the other day and asked if I'd found my sister yet. It was rather a fantastic story about how you manage to fall in with them, I would say fate if I believed in it," he said with a chuckle.

Hello 👋, my lovelies. I hope everyone is doing great. I am very sorry for not updating for over a month now. I hope you will all forgive me. A lot had happened. Before asking my editor to help me change the status of You Belong to Me, Ex-wife from complete to ongoing, I already had two books signed on the app. But I knew I could handle updating three books, my editor even asked me if I could handle it, and I told her yes.

"You can come home. You should come home. You must come home. Because you're doing what I did. Choosing honest uncertainty over dishonest certainty. Choosing reality over comfortable belief. Choosing truth over belonging. That's hard. That's painful. That's costly. And you need a community that honours that choice. That supports that sacrifice. That welcomes that courage. We're that community. This is that place. You belong here. Absolutely. Certainly. Without doubt. Come home. Both of you. Come home." Resolve stood next. "I agree. You belong here. I was angry when you left. Felt abandoned. Felt rejected. But I understand now. You needed to try certainty. Needed to discover what it cost. Nee

Luna came in with a lot of dresses in her hands, she wore white clothes below the knee, she had a youthful appearance, short hair in a channel cut, she was beautiful just like everyone else here. "Mister Alec asked to bring some prom dresses to try on" "Why did you decide to have a party today?" " today is December 31st and the turn of the year, I know that in the world of humans they have a party for the turn of the year and we ended up doing it too, was it not informed?" Really? Today is December 31st and I didn't even remember it. It's been so long that I don't even count the days anymore.

Her heart felt weird. She wasn't sure if she had wanted to meet someone new again. It was too fast. She was not ready to jump onto another boat. It would be like a rebound and it would not be fair for the next guy to come. The bells hanging on the front door chimed as the four of them stepped out of the bar. "Remember to bring your plus one! Whoever loses, pay for our trip to Boracay!" Jessy reminded again. "Another bet again," Maya sighed as she watched Jessy and Zaphire making their ways to their Uber.

And now I didn’t even know where I belonged anymore. “What happens from now on?”

Below her, the circle of rogues gathered, shifting uneasily, unsure of what came next. She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to. “When I was young,” she said, “I thought the only way to belong was to be small. To stay quiet. To be what others expected. But I learned that belonging doesn’t come from silence. It comes from showing up. From standing beside each other when it’s hard. From building something no one can take away.” She let her gaze move across the crowd. Some she knew by name. Others are only by the wear in their eyes.