You Belong In My Sweet Home 소설 & 이야기

BEST FRIEND LIKE DEEDAH "I'm not buying any sweets honey!" Deedah McKenna yells from her kitchen. Those kids are at it again. Deedah always warns them not to stop at her apartment door with a bucket of expired sweets and awfully packaged chocolates. It isn't a surprise that the kids make the chocolates themselves. The person knocks again and Deedah groans before stomping to the door and yanking it open.

He was successful in finding me, and bringing me home. Home is not a place. Home is not a house or an apartment, or any kind of building. Home is a person. Home is where you belong with someone more than you belong in any space or location. I may not have a place to lay my head anymore or a building full of belongings and memories, but I have a person who needs me, a person who calls me home, too. How can I stay here, even in the warmth of my parents’ embrace, something I never thought I’d feel again, and not go back to him?

says Nat as the chorus hits and I cannot help but smile as I join in with them. Everybody wanna steal my girl Everybody wanna take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one 'cause she belongs to me Everybody wanna steal my girl Everybody wanna take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one 'cause she belongs to me Na na na na na na (oh, yeah) Na na na na na na (alright) Na na na na na na Na Na, she belongs to me We finally arrive at the party Nat pulls up at a big mansion littered with teenagers as she slowly kills the engine and we all get out. I notice the few stares we get from people which is quite uncomfortable as we make our way

He brought his lips closer to my ears, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin in its wake. "You belong to me and this is your home. The sooner you accept that, the better for you."

I've always been clingy. Even when I'm asleep, I like having someone close. However, I end up with Dylan Ladner, a man who seems completely incapable of affection. Everyone says we're all wrong for each other. What they don't know is that Dylan is even clingier than I am. Whenever I'm fast asleep, he drops the cold act and whispers in my ear, "Babe, you're so cute. Give me a kiss." I'm usually too sleepy to respond. Then one night, a nightmare startles me awake, and I hear him murmuring those same sweet words again. My heart softens, and I reach for him. That's when I notice the earbuds in his ears. He's on a call with someone else. I go completely still. I yank the cord out, and a wo

I danced and sang along with the music. “Coming home used to feel so good….I'm a stranger now in my neighborhood…I've seen the world at a faster place…And I'm coming now from a different place…Though I may look the same way to you…Underneath there is somebody new…I am not the boy next door…I don't belong like I did before…Nothing ever seems like it used to be…You can have your dreams but you can't have me…Oh, I can't come back there anymore…'Cause I am not the boy next door…You've been saving those souvenirs…Faded photographs from our foolish years…We made plans but they're wearing thin…And they don't work out 'cause I don't fit it…And those memories'll just weigh you down…'Cause I got no pl

This is my home. "I don't care if I have to tie you down to convince you to stay but there's no fucking way we're letting you walk away from us, November Adams." "You belong with us!"

His voice whispers in my ear. Seductive, beautiful, it shivers over my nerve endings. The heat of his body cocoons me. I feel safe and secure. And that can’t be right. A flicker, a hum of contentment rolls out of me. I rub my cheek against the hard, unforgiving planes of his chest. He curves his body around me, and it feels so right. Is this what it feels like to be home? But I don’t have a home. Not since my country was invaded, and my father made a deal with the Vikings— virgin dominions for the life of his people.

I say and he presses a button on the console and the entire mood changes when 'Take back home girl' by Chris Lane and Tori Kelly, comes on. I roll my window down and stick my head out with one hand in the air. "Woo-hoo! Yeah!" Scott yells as the song plays and I sing along loudly. "You're a take back home, home, home girl. Home, home, home girl!" I yell at no one in particular. The song has literally taken over my entire being. Scott speeds off as I scream outside the window. "Sweet mother nature! Woo!"

“Adam, I, I’m coming.” “Tell me, Jazzie, who do you belong to?” Sh*t! Just when I’m about to come, he starts slowing down. “I’m yours! I belong to you, asshole. Now, keep going, I’m about to come.” “As you wish, sweetheart.” ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ