Book Take Me Home Novels & Stories

Next week I will have another scan to check the baby’s growth. I wished with all my heart that everything would be fine. After a few minutes, I was leisurely walking down the streets, enjoying the warm sunlight and soft breeze. It felt refreshing. After walking for a while, I had no idea why I ended up slowing down in front of a bookstore. My gaze lingered on the display window for a moment, stopping at one specific book. “Little Bear Loves His Mama the Most.” The title of the book, with its light blue hardcover and beautiful illustrations, made me stare at it for a long time.

Like 271 days was boring. Like home was obvious. _Thump._ *3:00 PM. [SFX: CLOCK. THEN NONE. THEN SEVEN.]* Living room. Not fireplace. Not _COURT_ box. Burned 265 days ago. Just us. Seven. Me. Floor. February. Chest. Sleeping. 3 PM. On time. Adrian. Next to me. 59 BPM. Head on my shoulder. Alex. Other side. Book. Reading. To her. _The House That Was Just Home._ Page 1. “Once upon a time there was a house that was not a court…”

Rebecca sighed and stomped back upstairs making sure to slam the door as hard as she could so that everyone with in hearing range knew she was angry. She threw herself on the bed and screamed into her pillow. She was tired of being cooped up in the house. She couldn’t even go outside and enjoy the fresh air. She could only walk around the house so many times. She had watched more movies than she could count. Tobin had even brought more and some books. Picking up the one she had on the nightstand that she was currently reading, she opened it and tried to focus on reading it. A half hour later she hadn't even turned the page once and she was somehow angrier than she was when she came back upst

At least that way, it would not be quite so humiliating. I could tell the kids at the group home, "They didn't abandon me. I chose to go back." They probably would not believe me. Still, it would sound better than the truth. I brushed the dust off the suitcase and pulled open the rusty zipper. First, I packed clothes. My favorite blue dress. The sweater Mom knitted for me last year. The red scarf that had started to pill at the edges. I folded everything carefully and placed it inside. I did not dare take too much. I was afraid they would think I was greedy.

He turns following her finger with his eyes to where I am already watching him. "So if by the time the bar closes And you feel like falling down I'll carry you home Tonight."

After she left, I finished my now-cold coffee, glanced at the nearby hospital, and got up to pay the bill. I purchased a book that Calvin had recommended at the bookstore, and by the time I arrived home, it was already dark. As I opened the gate, I heard a car approaching from behind me.

"I'm sorry I asked. . . ." "Don't be. You didn't mean anything by it." She paused. "My mother and father were given this Book for their wedding, but my mom was the one who claimed it first. She read it all the time, especially whenever she was going through a hard time in her life. There's something about this book and the story in it, it's always give me the answers I am searching for." I thought about the miscarriages. Amelia went on. "She loved to read it at night, before she went to sleep, and she had it with her in the hospital when I was born. When my father found out that she had died, he carried this book and me out of

It was the afternoon but she could not go downstairs because Jaden and James both were occupied in some work assigned to them so they were not going to be home but Isabella didn't want to stay inside anymore so she quietly sneaked out in managed to get to the library unseen. She managed to pull out a copy of wuthering heights hidden behind the table. She had left it there the last time she came to read. Of course she could also carry the book to the penthouse but then that would leave her with no excuse to come down here and being alone up there made her feel lonely. She was on the part of the story Well Catherine was on her deathbed blaming healthcliff. When healthcliff said "I Have not bro

Ronan is the Alpha of Silverpine Pack. To protect Mara, the widow of the warrior who died saving him, and her young son, he repeatedly chooses them over his own family. The entire pack praises his loyalty and honor. Only I know that every promise he keeps to Mara teaches his own daughter to stop waiting for him. Then Ivy writes in an assignment at the pack academy: [My father is dead.] [He did not die at the border. He died at Mara’s house. Every time she called, he went to her and forgot how to come home.] Ronan finally realizes something is wrong and returns with a belated gift. What he does not know is that a summons from the Northern Crown has already reached me. In fifteen days, I will

“Relax, Alpha Axton can handle anything.” I nod, though I still feel the uneasiness. Still, there's nothing I can do about it now. Instead, I head home. Getting to my house, I step inside, close the door behind me, and sigh tiredly. It's quite safe in here. I can't help but be grateful to this loving town for accepting me for who I am. It gives me confidence and hope that something good can come out of me. I glance at my bag, thinking of what to do to keep myself from being idle, and then I suddenly remember my recipe book.