You Belong In My Sweet Home นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“DAMN IT TOR. I DON’T WANT HER. I WANT YOU! IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU AND I’LL KEEP TELLING YOU THAT UNTIL THE DAY I DIE. NOW STOP BEING SO STUBBORN AND COME HOME.” The words settling over me like an instant warm blanket. Home. A place that would forever be mine and mine alone and no matter what people thought I’d always find a way to belong.

She stood, walked to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water, and whispered to herself, “You belong here, Luna. Don’t let anyone make you feel otherwise.” this is your home.

"Even when I was too stupid to admit it, even when I threw it all away, even when we were worlds apart—you belonged here." Tara lifted her head to look at me, seeing something vulnerable and open in my gray eyes that made her heart skip a beat. I felt it skip "And where do you belong?" "Wherever you are," I replied without hesitation. "Home isn't a place for me anymore, Tara. It's a person. It's you."

His hands were on the door and I was trapped from moving. "...please..." I cried. "...I want to go..." "Home?" He chuckled evilly. "There's nothing there for you." His breath hot on my neck now. "This is your home now." I could feel his smirk. "...no..." I whimpered. "...I want Mike...not you." I bit my lip. "That name..." I felt him tense. "...never speak that name again." He hissed. "Or what?" I challenged. "Really? Challenging me?" He scoffed.

Carlos, Unfortunately you didn't believe in my love, you got married and I hope you're happy, in those months that I was away, I missed you a lot, but every time I thought of you, I remembered that I didn't belong in your life . I've always been poor, I've worked my whole life, but when I was in your arms, I didn't think about the difference that existed between us, I didn't remember that I was the maid and you were the boss, but things are never the way we want or dream, The only good thing about our nights is our daughter, unfortunately I'm handing her over to you because I can't support her right now, I had to quit my job and she's the most important thing in my life, I don't want her to

" I always get what I want, I want you, and I will have you." He pulled me into one of the rooms of this huge mansion the somber music still spread into this damp and dimly lit room, it had a skylight in the shape of a lotus flower that could see the sky perfectly, the sun and the moon almost together in Lunar eclipse night, I tried to pull my arm away but he held it so tightly I couldn't break free this time. "why you brought me here let me go" "you're so beautiful" he came over and I immediately backed away "because you're running away from me I know you want it too, look at me, I must be the hottest guy you've ever slept with"

“Here.” “No.” Shaking my head, I just took it and threw it away. “Tate, you were… you are my best friend.” My mouth opened a few times before I shrugged. “I’m not mad at you. I just found myself. Found who I was without being commanded to protect you. I’m not the same person, but these…” I turned on Piercy’s computer and the picture of her kissing my cheek. “… I’ll cherish these memories. You made me smile. Even though I was commanded to not feel. You three forced a connection into my heart. You, Beau, and Hayden will always be my family. Sometimes family hurts each other, but you will always be welcome here. This is my home. I belong here and I’m happy here.”

He thrust deeper into me, leaving me breathless. "That means you're fully surrendering to me. You belong to me, Caroline. I'm never letting you go. Do you understand? I'm not letting you go." "I don't belong to you," I protested. The sound of the car door closing and footsteps could be heard over the sound of our fucking. Someone was coming. But he continued to pound into me. I knew he heard it as well. The sound of our skin slapping, his groans, and my screams were echoing throughout the kitchen and the living room.

Behind her trailed broken necklaces and wilted roses. "Dad, I'm thinking of starting an art class after we return home next week," I said quietly. "I want to teach girls who grew up in poverty and never had the chance to explore their artistic potential." My adoptive father looked at me with pride and nodded. "That sounds wonderful, sweetie. I support you." We left the Levre and stepped into the sunlight. Warmth spread across my skin. For the first time, I felt certain. My life had only just begun. —The End

Then, I made myself comfortable there while the song of your memories played in the background. "Sweet creature, sweet creature. Wherever I go, you bring me home. Sweet creature, sweet creature. When I run out of road, you bring me home." Your deep airy voice lingered my ears as I entered the living room with a bottle of a liter coke and a pair of glasses in my hands. I smiled as I saw you sitting on the sofa, comfortably laid on its backrest with your hand holding the mic as you sing the song. My smile widened when you turned your head on me the moment you noticed my presence. You got up from the sofa and extended your free arm on me, as if telling me to head to you so you could keep me.