You Belong With Me In My Sweet Home Novels & Stories

“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.

How it was meant to be from the moment we came into each other's lives. Because I realize I've always belonged to Giovanni. And he's always belonged to me. And together, we're home. The End

Please don’t say no. “I really need one. I can help with anything.” She smiled lightly as me a sympathetic one must I say but it didn’t bother me. Self-pride comes after survival after all. She could hear the desperation in my voice and sighed lowly. “Umm… I’m not the owner here but I feel Katy wouldn’t mind hiring you.” She smiled lightly and this time I found myself hoping for positivity. “I will try my best not to disappoint you.” She nodded moving out from the other side of the counter. “Fine, we gonna look into that.”

“you are welcome, it’s the least I could do…” “your appointment with your dentist is still slated for next week?” Christopher adjusted his seating position “yes, it is, I’m anxious, I can’t wait to get these braces of my teeth” “I hope to be there too, I need to witness that” “you being there would mean everything to me, I hope you would be able to make it” “if I’m discharged from this shit hole, I’ll definitely come, let’s keep our fingers crossed” There was a knock on the door, interrupting their conversation, they waited for a second, then the knock came in again

Nobody knows Nobody knows, and I was dancing in the rain I felt alive and I can't complain But now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I can't take it anymore But I kept running For a soft place to fall And I kept running For a soft place to fall And I kept running For a soft place to fall And I kept running For a soft place to fall And I was runnin' far away Would I run off the world someday? But now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now ta

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

for real. I brought the photo frame in my chest and hugged it. I can also feel the warm liquid streaming down on my face as I embrace the sorrowful moment. It doesn't feel like hugging you though. It felt hard and cold, not warm and soft. I don't like it at all. Inside these pages, you just hold me And I won't ever let you go Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home

" 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"

Amy I bit my lip, trying to hold back my emotions as I looked around my tiny apartment. This place, my home for the last few years, holds memories of joy and sorrow. I squealed in the kitchen when I landed my teaching job, and I cried on the floor when the doctor told me my mother needed hospice care. It’s where I’ve cried, smiled, and picked myself up more times than I care to admit.

Gavin asked, his eyes intently staring at Elena as he changed the subject. "I don't know, it feels like home. I remember when my parents used to take I and my sister out for ice cream on Sundays, in a parlour just like this. It's one of my favourite memories from my childhood," Elena did not want to put a damper on the fun mood but she could not help but frown at the thought, she was so used to pushing them away. "You look sad, Did I intrude? I'm sorry,"