Words To You Belong To Me Novels & Stories

A raw, primitive claim. --- Tara His words hit me like a slap. What is mine. Not "you." Not "my wife." What, like an object, a possession. Anger floods me, hot and bright. —Yours? I don't belong to you, Mike! I'm not one of your bank accounts or one of your territories to mark! —Everything here belongs to me, he retorts, his voice a low rumble. This tower. This city. And you. You chose to be here. You chose to be mine. So you act accordingly.

Draco yells. "Me, what about me. I am just nothing. I am not unique in any way whatsoever," I say. Draco stomps his foot and has a tantrum. He throws his hands around like a child. Then looks at me and points both hands at me. "Yes, you are. I cannot believe you have not figured it out yet, Angela. You are special," Draco says to me.

"Say you belong to me." "I belong to no one but you, Viktor," I lied, the words tasting like sweet, lethal poison on my tongue. "And God help the man who tries to come between us.”

he added. I stared at the door for a while, The words coming out of the room were vile, Everyone blamed me, claimed I was using Lucas. Yet right there in my hand was a contract, a contract that would change my life, a contract that says I would be his subject, his property, his prize. Who was being used now? “We don’t have to listen to what she has to say, all you have to do is reject her Alpha and she can be on her merry way”

“Those belong to me.” Something sharp snapped inside me. Maybe it was madness. Maybe it was defiance. My lips curled into a smirk I didn’t recognize as my own. “No.” The word trembled but did not break. “They belong to me. This is my body. You don’t own it. You’ll never own it.”

Ted smirked as he made his way farther into the room. "Just get away from me!" I hollered as I backed away from him. "I don't think so." Ted hissed, walking closer to me a bit faster now. "You belong to me." "I belong to no one!" "Yes you do..." Ted's voice tensed. "...to me!" He growled as he grabbed my arm. "Get off me!" I screamed, trying to push him away with my free hand.

"I never imagined all this to happen this way. I'm still finding it hard to believe." "What part of all these are you finding hard to believe?" She asked. "Everything. How all this happened?" "Well, I don't know about how but I definitely know why it happened." She replied. "Why?" "Because I was always Meant to be yours." She replied giving a peck on my cheek. Do vote and comment. Thank you.

She should be, for she has no idea how close I am to binding her to me and never letting her go. It would serve her right if I did. I should. Bind her. Knot her to me. So she can never belong to anyone else. “No one but me,” I snarl. My voice slices through the haze in my head. “Do you understand?” She nods. “Tell me.” Why is it so important that I hear her acknowledge my dominance? I am not sure. Except that possessive part of me, the one that demands her complete subjugation, wants her to say it aloud. Craves it with a fierceness I can’t fathom. But I can’t fight it either—I don’t want to fight it.

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.”*

And I know, with all that I’ve seen and all that I carry, that storms may rage again, darkness may rise once more. But we will not run. We will not hide. Because we belong here. Together. Bound.