You Belong To Me Novels & Stories

he said, hovering over me, "tell me who you belong to." "You, Magnus. It will always be you. I’m yours." "Mine."

“Tell me who you belong to.” “You,” I gasp, hips rocking against him. “I belong to you. Only you. Now stop talking and start ruining me, Roman. I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

“What do you want?” Finally, his gaze flickered to mine holding me captive. He gave me that same challenging, predatory smile. “You belong to me.” My heart didn’t just skip a beat, it dropped into my stomach. I actually laughed, a short, nervous, disbelieving sound. “I belong to you? I don’t belong to anyone but myself!”

Sure , he is a good guy, he is gentle and loving , but I can’t help but just think of him as my brother. I guess that’s not the only reason I’m not returning the same feelings he has for me, it’s because my heart still belongs to Theo. No matter how hard I try to deny it, I still love him , so much . I’m a really a fool and that has to stop. I stood up and walked to my bedside drawer , I removed the ring he gave me , the one he claimed belongs to his mother , if that was even true . I heard a knock , then the door opened.

Alora Well, this is fifty seven shades of fucked the hell up. I am standing back here at the back of the room, behind the podium where Killian is currently addressing his wolves. He's explaining that I'm his mate, and we have claimed each other. I almost choke on that, but I manage to hold it in.

And wrote: *“The boy who hurt me didn’t get the last word. The one who stayed silent had to listen. And the one I’m still learning to trust… stood beside me while I faced them both. This story doesn’t belong to the people who tried to steal it anymore. It belongs to me.”*

No matter how many times I look at this image, I can never accept that I could look like this to someone that I hate! I don't... I don't like any of the things he is doing now! I don't like the way he is controlling my body but... he can't control my mind and I am not going to give up! I will never accept and give him the answer that he wants for her! I. Don't. Belong. To. Him! He. Don't. Own. Me! "Now be a good girl and tell me that you belong to me! Tell that I own you!" He whispers again while thrusting his huge length like a monster in heat.

He asks, concern etched over his face. I grab the side of my dress for support. “I've come to speak to you.” “You're free to always talk to me Mia.” “I need… I need you to release me,” I say, words rushing out in a jumble. “I don’t belong to you. I-” My chest tightens. “I can’t belong to anyone, especially not… you.” ‎ ‎He tilts his head, faint amusement flickering across his face. “Belong?” he repeats, voice deliberate. “Do you truly think this is about possession, Mia?”

'You belong to me. Oh, how those four little words did something to me. I had always wanted to belong to someone, to share my thoughts, my feelings, my internal fears and my dreams with someone, but this… I knew Lorenzo didn't mean it that way. He meant to chain me to him, and I would be whatever he wanted me to be.

“Tell me who you belong to.” My breath came in short, ragged gasps, my words barely coherent, choked out between gasps. “Y-you… I belong to you… Damien…” “Good boy,” he purred, a soft nip at my earlobe sending another jolt through me, electrifying my skin. “Now come for me again.”