You Belong In My Sweet Home Novels & Stories

By the time Kenneth Ford finally showed up, I was already soaked through. He wasn't alone. There was a girl under his umbrella, and at well over six feet tall, Kenneth had enough height to shield her almost completely from the rain. He'd tilted the umbrella so far toward her that one side of his shirt was getting drenched, but he didn't seem to care. He just smiled and let her stay tucked safely beside him. Then he saw me, and the smile on his face disappeared. "Sorry, I'm late," he muttered. The girl beside him immediately turned to me. "Hannah, it's my fault. I've gotten so used to sharing Kenneth's umbrella that I asked him to walk me home. And honestly, being tucked up against him m

Them. Home.

The confused look he must be seeing on my face prompts him to continue. "If you tell yourself forever that you don't belong somewhere, then you will never feel like you belong. The worlds here ready for you baby, you just gotta take it" A soft smirk spreads across his face as he places a hand on my back and presses a soft kiss to my cheek. It makes sense, my mind being the thing that keeps me back from fully entering his world. But if I truly feel like I don't belong then can I really trick my mind into thinking that I do? Could I really fit a square peg into a round hole and make this whole thing work?

“I need to go home.” He groaned softly and reached for my waist like he wanted to pull me back into the bed. “But this is your home.” “I know but… my home for now is where Donald is.” Jayden’s eyes snapped open fully. His jaw tightened. “What? No!” he said sharply. Before I could step back, he pulled me closer and kissed my neck slowly. The kiss was soft, warm, and slow enough to make me close my eyes for a second. “Your home is where I am,” he whispered against my skin. “And that is because you… my love, belong to me.”

I think it's Arcade. A broken heart is all that's left I'm still fixing all the cracks Lost a couple of pieces when I carried it, carried it, carried it home I'm afraid of all I am (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) My mind feels like a foreign land (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) Silence ringing inside my head (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) Please, carry me, carry me, carry me home

But she wears short skirts, and I wear T-shirts She's cheer captain, and I'm on the bleachers Dreamin 'bout the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time. Rose sang with smudged lyrics and mak an insecure ear. Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you? Been here all along, so why can't you see You belong with me Standing 'by and waitin' at your back door All this time, how could you not know, baby You belong with me You belong with me You belong with me Have you ever thought just maybe You belong with me You belong to me.

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.

It isn't good enough. I walked into the house with the briefcase in my left hand. I looked up as a sweet and beautiful aroma hit my nose. It was so mouthwatering that I had to sniff every ounce of the scent that wafted the atmosphere in the room. My heart flutters knowing it's my mum cooking in the kitchen. Maybe I should go surprise her. I'm very sure she would be surprised to see me at home by this time of the day. I can't wait to see her priceless expression. I didn't inform that I'm going to come early because I want to catch her off guard.

Dylan had been warned before he landed on Sugartop Mountain. It was the newest realm built by Charles and Jill inside the world. In fact it was only just coded and built the day before the storm knocked the box out of Jill’s window. This meant that it was possible for the residents to be quite monotonous and automatic.

Every fucking drop. I sat up, my hair messy, eyes red from crying. “I don’t know your real name,” I said to the camera. “I never will. But I love you for what you did for me. I hope she makes you happy. I hope she sees how good you are. And if you ever need anything, if life gets hard again… you know where to find me. Door’s always open.” I blew a kiss. “Goodbye, Daddy. Thank you for everything.”