You Belong In My Sweet Home Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Don’t say it. I know what you want to say and don’t you dare use the excuse of Ariel being here and stuff. It’s outdated and won’t work anymore. Know that.” “No, I wasn't going to say that.” He took a step, closing the distance between them. “I was going to say that you are here, you are my home and therefore I belong here.” Another step. “Home is wherever you are. You cannot chase me from my home, Breanne. “From the only place where I find peace.”

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ sᴜɴ sʜɪɴᴇ ᴛɪʟʟ ɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

He turns following her finger with his eyes to where I am already watching him. "So if by the time the bar closes And you feel like falling down I'll carry you home Tonight."

My hung opened as he walked past me . "You will live in this room from now on " He said taking me to the same room we were in a hour ago . " Whom does this room belong to ?" I asked , "its Mine " I snap my eyes towards him . " It belongs to me , so you can live here " I look away . " I can't get another room ?" I ask . " No , You are staying here , That's my final decision , Now stop complaining and get to work "

“Home isn’t a place, Jennifer. It’s where you belong. And whether you admit it or not… you belong with me. With us.” My throat tightened. I wanted to tell him he was wrong. That this wasn’t what I wanted. That I would never let myself fall for him. But when he reached out and gently brushed his fingers against mine, my body betrayed me again, leaning into his warmth even as my heart screamed for distance. “I don’t belong here,” I whispered, more desperately this time. His gaze burned into mine, steady and unshakable. “Then why do you already feel like you do?”

However, my chubby feet couldn’t hold me anymore, and I collapsed on the road. “Hell no! Maeve, are you okay?!” I recognized that sweet, familiar voice as darkness swirled in my head. It belonged to a member of my husband’s family. The deep, sultry tone cut through my despair, igniting a spark of something in me.

"you fucking belong to me!" That night, I heard those words and found myself yielding to that feeling once more. Soon, the night of our passion unfolded, indulging me on a ride that could destroy me once more…

I don’t know what her tolerance is but I’m sure her dad would definitely not be happy with me bringing his daughter back drunk. Personally, dealing with just one angry dad is enough. She took 2 shots and it seemed to be enough to flush her face. Nervously, I took the other glass from her and downed it. I hope Mr.Brooks doesn’t kill me. “That was mine!” She pouted and I had a sudden urge to pinch her cheek. There’s no way someone can be hot and cute at the same time. You can only be one, otherwise, it’s illegal. Soon enough, the loud pop party music turned into slow and romantic. I knew what I had to do.

By my side, I’ll swallow all of my pride Your love is so sweet, it knocks me right off my feet Yeah, yeah Can’t explain why your lovin' makes me so weak

I walk out of the bathroom and see Xavior on my the edge of the bed typing on his phone. He hears me and his eyes shoot up, he takes in my appearance and eyes my body up and down, I see his eyes on my legs. I feel exposed under his strong gaze. Tomorrow I need to go home." this seems to have angered him. Oh no. "You will not leave! You are mine!" he stands up and makes his way over to me. I stand my ground and muster any confidence I have left in me. "I am not your property! I belong to no one! You will take me home to tomorrow and that's final!" I take his sweat pants and shove it in his chest. He catches it, looks at the pants and then at me.