You Belong With Me Novels & Stories

Then that song of Taylor Swift - You Belong with me came on the radio next {You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset She's goin' off about somethin' that you said 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night I'm listenin' to the kind of music she doesn't like And she'll never know your story like I do But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers Dreamin' 'bout the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time If you could see that I'm the one who understands you Been here all along, so why can't you see

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I repeated as if reciting a poem. I stepped into the roof top and I waddled across the roof top. The raucous shrieking wind beclouded my voice I could not listen to my voice anymore I could only feel my lips moving. The breeze snuggled me lovingly like a blanket and it stroke my hair. The strands of my hair trembled on my shoulders.

he asked puzzled at her cocky attitude. “Because I was always meant to be yours…..” It was so truly said. She was such a poet at heart. Whatever happened in life, she would have always came back to him. She belonged to him as much as he belonged to her. They were simply destined to end up together. It was what was meant to be.

I don't know the reason but I felt I was meant to be with her and there was no need to rush something that is yours. I gently kissed her lips seeing her eyes glistened, she must have understood what I meant, this time I was not going to take it back. "Listen carefully Ivana," I started softly as I looked into her blue eyes. "You belong to me and no one else." This time I did not say it aggressively, I told her clearly and softly like we already had an agreement and a smile spread through her lips. I smiled back, she got my message, I was hers and she was mine, I won't let anything or anyone tear us apart.

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

“Yup. That’s staying with you until you hear another addictive song.” “If you could see that I’m the one who understands you. Been here all along, so why can’t you see? You belong with me…you belong with me…” Callan suddenly sang complete with all anguished expressions and begging hand gestures, and I laughed out loud. I couldn’t believe how good he sounded and I clapped when he finished.

"But I am not in the habit of damaging things that belong to me. Not without reason." The word belong moved through me like cold water. "I don't belong to you," I said. "You do now." He said it the way you'd state a fact. The sky is blue. The city is mine. You belong to me. All the same sentence. All the same weight.

So was his face. "The usual kind. Not… the other sort." Well, only with him, he hoped. "Other sort?" "Yes, you know." Nick waved his hand in the air. "The other sort. The sort you don't tell your wife about." Belinda's mouth twitched. "Of course. Let me get this straight. You're after an employee named Abbey who gives massages, but not the kind of massage you can't tell your wife about. Is that it?" "More or less."

But none of that mattered. Right now, all that existed was Christian’s hands on my body and the fierce, overwhelming need to lose myself in him completely. Tonight, in this quiet corner of the library, I was going to let him remind me exactly who I belonged to. And I was going to remind him right back.

“Beats me. But they’re good together. They deserve each other.” “What about you?” I ask quietly. “Who do you belong to?” “You.” “I belong to you, Maya.”