Novel & Cerita Words To You Belong To Me

I took a step back and my mouth parted and before I could stop my words they just vomited out. “I belong to myself, no one owns me and this, whatever little game you want to play isn’t happening.” I could feel the burning behind my eyes, “your words have two meanings and unless you want the correct answer stop playing with me, I’m not a toy.” Every hurt I’d ever felt surged forward, “I’m tired of being confused of what someone else wants of me, tired of guessing, tired of misinterpreting what someone else feels for me.” I closed my eyes, “I don’t want that anymore, I want what I came here for, I want to be a warrior first and then whatever fate has in store for me, sobeit.”

he finishes fiercely. Me, I am still stuck on to the word Mine. He said I am his. What does he mean by that? It's not like, I am not happy hearing it. Those words not only gave butterflies in my belly, but they also made me want to stand up and dance on the bed with happiness. But it's too good to be true. Something this good never happened to be before. I am scared of accepting this, only to be snatched away later. "What do you mean by I belong to you? I really don't know anything about you and you about me? Is it because I saved you" I ask him skeptically.

please give it to me . He kid .. well you have money huh , fine then .. take this , your stupid scarf , and your bag .. well your all money is mine ..you should be happy infact we are leaving you .. well what are you he/she ..hahahah .. well I am not in a mood to apologize .. so get the.. A punch on their face …

But I forced my voice out again, the words breaking on the way out but meaning every one of them. “I’ll never belong to you.” The words hung between us, trembling and fragile but defiant. They felt like a battle cry and a death sentence all at once. My chest heaved, my body shaking with the aftermath of saying them out loud, of finally giving voice to the one truth I had left. It was a lie, and we both knew it. I belonged to him already—legally, politically, in every way that mattered in this world. But there was something deeper he wanted, something he was trying to claim, and that I could still deny him.

“I know. You belong to me. And I’m done pretending otherwise.” The word belong slammed into her like a punch. It was a word she had fought against since the day she ran away from him, a word that meant submission, surrender—the loss of her freedom. “Belong?” Her laugh was bitter now, tears mixing with the taste of rage in her mouth. “You don’t own me, Lucian. You never did.”

He then spoke with an undertone of possessiveness that would send a shiver down anyone's spine. "You belong to me now, sweetheart, solely mine. Any man who dares to lay claim to you will incur my relentless fury. No one will take you away from me. Not even God himself."

“Don’t you ever forget that I own you, Harper.” “No, you don’t,” I answer, fighting back the wetness forming in my eyes. “You belong to me,” he continues, keeping his narrowed eyes locked onto mine. “Everything in your world belongs to me.”

This time, his hands came up not to clamp or drag—but to cradle my face, big palms warm and calloused against my cheeks. “Look at me,” he said. I did, through the burning blur. “Say it,” he repeated, softer now, but with intent coiled under it. “Say you’re mine.” My knees wanted to buckle. The words felt dangerous. Not because they were forced— but because part of me meant them. “I…” My voice scraped raw. “I don’t want to belong to anyone.” “One day,” he said, “you’ll understand that belonging to someone who would burn the world for you is not the same as being owned by someone who would sell you for convenience.”

I’m an ex- hooker, not a current one and never will be again. ‘’As far as my clients will be aware, you belong to me. They won’t touch what’s mine; you do your job and nothing else.’’ Said like he means it, and I can’t help the small weird warm feeling rising in my stomach at those words and shake them away quickly. It’s not pleasant, a reminiscent ‘you belong to me’ running through my mind and push it away.

“Who do you belong to?” “Vance,” I whisper as sweet toxin floods my senses and sends me into a world that doesn’t possess any pain or something. “I’m yours, Vance.”