You Belong To Me Novels & Stories

"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…

“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

he began, his voice hushed and menacing, “that now you belong to me.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut, knocking the breath out of me. *Belong to him?* My heart raced, confusion and fear swirling together in a tempest of emotions. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. His fingers wrapped around my wrists, holding me in place, making it clear that there was no escape, no going back.

"To anyone. Ever." "Or what?" I asked, not looking at him. "You'll lock me up again? Throw me in a cell next to Bastien? You've already done those things." He stopped abruptly, looking down at me."You belong to me. Your thoughts, your secrets, your loyalty. That fact is older and truer than any half-breed secret. Do you understand? Nothing changes that." "I don't belong to anyone," I whispered. His thumb stroked my jaw. "You keep telling yourself that, little mate. But every beat of your heart when I'm near tells the truth. Every breath you take in this house is because I allow it. That is belonging."

Gordon announced "Now..now... Listen to this old woman before you make up your mind. You do not care about the throne but you do care about her and her well being. If she is your mate and I undo this spell you will be able to find her through your bond. But if she is not your mate you need to let her go. Love is all about being selfless." She looked into Gordon teary eyes, "you want to find her?" He nodded in affirmation like a child who has been scolded for wanting something that he can't have. " Give me your hand, Gordon..." ***

I moaned. I ambled towards the back of the restaurant and glid through a hallway which flows into a large staircase that forms a main means of egress to the restaurant's roof top. I was walking unhurriedly like a snail and without agility. I was muttering amid tears, " he didn't love me. He doesn't love me. He didn't love me. He doesn't loves me." I repeated as if reciting a poem.

🎼 The day I met you, I knew, I belong to you And only you 🎵 You put my body on fire and ice While your touch makes the butterflies alive. 🎼 I belong to you baby.. Just come to me, Relish and cherish me.. 🎵 I want you to feel my body Ignite the fire and then calm it down Because I belong to you. I'm only yours to be touch. 🎼🎼 Without you, I'm nothing And I promise to be yours Forever.. 🎶 My heart my, soul, my body, Remains to you.. And I'll never be anyone's else But only yours to be..

A MONTH LATER Nick paced the length of his office trying to work off his excess energy. He was up to his fifth cup of coffee and it wasn't even lunchtime. A month of carefully piecing his self-respect together again and all shattered by a letter of intent to purchase from JJC Pharmaceuticals.

"How can I tell you who I am to you and who you are to me sera... I love you but you don't belong to me anymore..." He wiped his blood stained face. "I just hope you remember everything and come back to me my love... I know you love me, just come back please..."

“You were given to me?” The words echo around the empty space and I didn’t need to ask by whom, that answer was glaring right at me. The words didn’t just echo, they settled so deep and heavy, they felt like chains wrapping around my bones. My fist clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms as I forced myself to stay standing. “I’m not yours,” I snap my voice sharper than I feel. “I don’t belong to anyone.” There was an exception to that, someone I was bonded with, someone I knew was out there right now searching desperately and frantically for me.