You Belong In My Sweet Home Mga Nobela at Kwento

Maverick said. “You know you don’t have to stay there,” Scar said. “It is my birthright, my love.” He said as he laid on the bed next to her. “It is Nathan’s as well. I can’t help the way my parents feel about you though I wish they would try. It is to bad they wish to be like this for you are the best thing that ever happened to me. Now I missed being home with you today.” “How much?” she asked with a smile as he moved closer to her.

“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.”

This city's gonna break my heart She's always gonna break your heart Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh She got a hold of me She got me wrapped 'round her finger She got a hold on me She got me wrapped 'round her finger This city's gonna break my heart (oh, yeah) This city's gonna love me then leave me alone (it's gonna love me then leave me alone) This city's got me chasing stars (oh) It's been a couple of months since I felt like I'm home Am I getting closer to knowing where I belong? This city's gonna break my heart (hey, yeah) She's always gonna break your heart

I hummed in satisfaction, the feeling of love lingering in my chest . Ace's eyes were closed as he held me tighter . A moment of silence had passed with me and Ace just cherishing eachother's embrace . "You know" Ace paused for a moment. "I've never felt like I belonged anywhere. Not at home , not in the Mafia , nowhere. But now I know where I belong ; I belong with you" he had a certain vulnerability in his voice while he spoke. I gave him a soft smile before I pecked his cheek and shutting my eyes .

Lenox holds her right hand as Sarah reaches her left for me and slides her hand into mine. I can't wipe the smile off my face anymore. After the mess and all that bullshit that happened, I finally feel like I belong, like I found my home. And what makes the realisation even better is that now I know my home is where my brothers are, not one set place.

Sky was stunned. 'Our? my home? my own home?', Sky couldn't speak for a while. "Yes, it is our home", Elliot held her hands gently. "This is so beautiful", Sky had tears in her eyes. Elliot really knew her the best. He knew how Sky longed for her own home where she can feel a sense of belonging. She had always been living under a continuous fear that one day she'd be abandoned by everyone. Elliot knew her darkest nightmare so he wanted to make her feel secure.

Everyone has the right to fall, except her. Everyone saw Katherine like that, so they did not dare to discuss or express their opinion. They understand that Home Sweet Home restaurant is literally a real home for all employees, so they always know how to share with each other in any situation. Katherine instructs Kenny to focus on the new dish and then turns to Krik to instruct him to make the special sauce again. The kitchen of the Home Sweet Home restaurant is still operating normally, as if there was not any dust that crept into that place.

Gavin asked, his eyes intently staring at Elena as he changed the subject. "I don't know, it feels like home. I remember when my parents used to take I and my sister out for ice cream on Sundays, in a parlour just like this. It's one of my favourite memories from my childhood," Elena did not want to put a damper on the fun mood but she could not help but frown at the thought, she was so used to pushing them away. "You look sad, Did I intrude? I'm sorry,"

He winked at me and my cheek turned red. “Fine, I will have a taste.” I looked at the candies and gently picked up the chocolate-flavored candy, my fingers grazing its smooth, glossy wrapper. As I unwrapped it, the soft crinkle of foil broke the quiet, and I brought the candy to my lips. The moment it touched my tongue, the rich, velvety chocolate melted, flooding my senses with a wave of sweetness that danced in my mouth. The flavor tugged at something deep inside me—a memory of the sweet, carefree girl I used to be when my biological parents were alive, full of joy and wonder. A warm, nostalgic glow spread through me, softening my heart.I looked at him, my eyes sparkling, a wide smile spre

“Scared?” “You tell me. Would you follow you if you were in my shoes?” There’s that creepy looking smile again, and I notice a man jogging towards us in my peripheral. “Don’t look so forlorn. You’ll have my people thinking I have collected you against your will.” “Right, because you didn’t.” “Did I though? You followed because deep down, you know where you belong isn’t in that hellhole.” “That hellhole will always be my home.”