Words To You Belong To Me Novels & Stories

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.

What was this kid supposed to mean? “You belong to me alone.”

"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.

“You belong to me, and only to me.” And then he slammed his fingers all the way into me, and I cried out in pleasure.

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.

Emerson licked away my tears and whispered, "Now you'll never be able to throw me away again." I let out a laugh and weakly tugged at his hair. "Then go ahead and try."

As she grabbed a bottle of water, I felt my patience waning. She was absolutely correct in throwing my words at me. My jaw clenched as I did not like the way she upped me. “This is my home, and I have the right to wear what I please,” I retorted, striding towards her. She squinted at me and moved closer, looking me in the eye. Her chocolate eyes made me feel tugged in my soul. The air between us crackled with tension. “As per your own instructions, Mr. Crawford, I’m simply making myself at home. Good night."

“I told you where I stood, although maybe some things have changed since then, I just want you to know that my life and love life is too messy for me to drag you into.” “I'm here for it all, remember?” “You say that but it would be extremely selfish to let you do that. I'm a mess, I think I still have feelings for someone who wants nothing to do with me, and my sister is planning to go explore the world with her boyfriend after her surgery and—” Elena hiccupped, she didn't know when tears started dropping from her eyes.