Against All Odds He Made It Home Novels & Stories

The silence stretched. "Dad," I said. "What does that mean?" He looked at me. "Go home," he said. "Protect Maya your wife." I stood in the doorway for a long moment, staring at him, understanding that this conversation had reached its absolute limit and pushing further would produce nothing except the same wall I'd hit every previous time. I left without another word. The drive home passed in a blur, his final sentence circling through my mind on repeat. "I was there before everything happened."

My legs gave out, and I slumped against the wall, barely staying conscious. When I walked out of the building, cheers erupted outside, the sound of people surviving a disaster. My coworkers rushed over, hands everywhere as they held me up, voices full of gratitude and lingering fear. "Edmond! You're a damn miracle!" "I knew it! As long as Edmond steps in, nothing's impossible." Invitations to celebration dinners poured in one after another. I turned every single one down. I just wanted to go home. The moment I pulled open my car door, a sharp pain struck the back of my neck. A hand clamped over my mouth and yanked me backward.

"Ariel, come home with me." I stumbled from his pull, spilling my milk everywhere. Aiden immediately stood up, blocking my way and grasping Jeremy's arm. "Mr. Yeager, please let go. We're in a hospital." Aiden's voice was authoritative. Jeremy looked at him coldly. "I'm bringing my wife home. An outsider like you has no right to interfere." "Outsider?" I forcefully pulled my hand away from Jeremy's and looked up at him. "Jeremy, where were you last night when my dad needed the deposit for the ICU? What did you say when I begged you to transfer that 12,000 dollars to me?"

Hey Guys The Homewrecker finally came to an end. I hope you all smiled for them, felt sad for them, rejoiced with them and most importantly learnt lessons from them. Life isn't balance and you don't always get what you want. So when the opportunity comes, grab it and make a good use of it.

At just 35 years of age, his hair already had gray patches, making him look exhausted and aged beyond his years. He refused to back down. "Bullshit! Your whole family is full of bloodsucking leeches! Am I not enough for you that you want to drain my family too? Do you have any idea how expensive the kid's treatment is? "Your whole family lives off me and keeps their damn retirement funds untouched. Yet, you still dare to say I don't make enough? I—" He turned his head sharply and met my gaze. Instantly, he fell silent. His lips trembled slightly, and his expression flickered with complex emotions, ranging from panic to embarrassment and shame.

It is like the shape of a moving mountain. Clutching her phone tightly, she moves closer and twists the door slowly. 'Please, don't make the death hurt!' Yanking the door open, her mouth drops. Standing outside her backyard patio is an incredibly tall man covered in a heap of snow. She screams.

"A real plan. Don’t you go out there alone, become a martyr. A plan where we all survive." "That might not be possible." He said honestly. "The odds are very bad." “The odds have always been against you.” I reminded him. "We survived anyway. We can do it again." Vincent cleared his throat. "I might have an option. But you aren’t gonna like it.” "Tell us." Kade said.

TRAVIS’ POV The black sack was pulled away from my head and I was finally home. I limped towards my porch and sat there for a minute, trying to catch my breath. The wound kept bleeding like it would be the end of me. Such a close shot could have actually ended me or put me in a worse situation than I currently was. "We did it," I breathed heavily, pressing my hand against my wound. "We made it back home. Now to find help that--"

Somewhere, even Thomas was starting to get better. And somewhere in Portland, families who needed someone to fight for them were waiting for someone who knew how important and fragile families could be. James Morrison was finally going home. Even if he had to leave everything behind to get there.

she added. The wind whipped the umbrella away, and the ended up sprinting towards an old house, half- hidden by trees. Michael Yanked Natasha inside, slamming the door shut. They stood there, dripping wet, breathing hard. The house was silent, except for the rain pounding on the roof. Natasha shivered, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. "Guess we're stuck". she said almost in a whisper tone. Michael smiled, wiping water off his face. "For now". He replied looking around the house. As they waited, the air thickened. Natasha's gaze met Michaels, and they both knew something was about shift.