Bound For Home Book Novels & Stories

He saw a black Jeep Wrangler driving inside the mansion. “Perhaps they're new here. I've been away for so long so I don't know who that neighbor is.” The boy nodded and focused his attention on the book in his hands. It was the book, “Calculus for babies” that he thought was not interesting enough but he had to make do since his mother filtered out his books. When she heard the weird question the other day, she confiscated all the books that were not appropriate for his age. 'Mommy left this to me since it's too elementary' the boy snorted inwardly.

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My fingers hovered over spines until I found what I wanted: a thick book bound in dark leather, the title stamped in faded gold. WOLF TRADITIONS & BONDS: A GUIDE FOR COUNCIL AND HOUSEHOLDS I lifted it off the shelf and stared at it for a full five seconds, because no part of me enjoyed the fact that this existed like it was a homeowner’s association handbook. I set it on the table and opened it. The first page had a handwritten warning in neat block script: THIS TEXT IS FOR PACK USE. DO NOT REMOVE FROM LIBRARY. Beneath it, someone had scribbled, smaller:

The title was simple, elegant, and deeply personal: Homeward Bound. The artwork depicted a warm, glowing house surrounded by trees, a pathway leading toward an open door. It wasn’t just any house. It was ours. Luca gasped. “Dad, that looks like our home!” Tears blurred my vision as I nodded. “Because it is,” I whispered. I opened the book, flipping through the pages. Each chapter told a piece of our journey, weaving together themes of love, resilience, and chosen family. The final page held the dedication, one I had written months ago but had never read aloud.

Hello Lovely People! Don't forget to rate my book with 5 stars, share the book with your friends and your voice in the comment section. Now dig in! Love, Krystal GoodNovel *** I could hear the footsteps approaching. The sound entered my ears like drums, making me flinch with every passing second. Sweat rolled down my forehead to my cheeks, making its way further down to my neck. I squeezed myself further into the hard surface behind me while my eyes were fixed upon the little space between the door and the floor. The midget amount of light that was entering through that space wasn't enough to illuminate the tiny store room I was huddled in.

“Yes, it’s time you are marked as an official member.” “Yeah, Dad’s gift is cool and all, but I got you something that is just for us,” Kai states as he repeats Dad's move with the shadows. When his shadows disappear, there is a black book with old-looking pages. “It’s a blood-bound journal that only we can use. I figured it would be cool for us to keep in touch while you are in the human realm.” “Thank you, Kai,” I reply with a smile, taking the book in my free hand.

Not just that, he also bought me an outfit to wear later tonight. I know he is off and on sometimes but I think he's just stressed out because of his parent issues and he's also been trying to get a new job. I try to make him feel ok and comfortable with the fact that I have a job but he doesn't. Unfortunately, that only seems to worsen the situation. We end up arguing and he will be away from home for days. When he finally comes back, he's in a good mood and then out of the blue, gets angry. He seems to have the talent of making something out of nothing. I look away from my laptop as my phone bips. I look at my phone and pick it up when I see Clara's message pop up at the screen.

I hesitated before wrapping my arms around her. With a sharp stare directed at the other maids, they all dispersed. With no one's eyes on me, I let my defences down a bit and hugged her tightly with my eyes closed, burrowing in her warmth. She felt like "Home". When I say "Home", I don't mean my home. I mean "Home" as in a place where one feels most comfortable, loved, and protected. We broke the hug slowly and I realised that I needed that desperately. I needed the warmth and love of a mother and so I hugged her again, tightly before slowly letting go and stepping back.

We arrived at his home and I couldn't close my mouth, I stared at the house, was Landon really just a security? “What do you really do for a living?” I ask as my eyes were still wowed at his place. “I'm the head security team of Don Damian and his right-hand man,” Landon chuckled and I followed him inside. The place was beyond beautiful, it was a big mansion. From the gate to the house was quite a long distance. It had beautiful trees and flowers. The crazy thing was there was a security man at the gate. The house was a different sight, all the furniture was in black, white, and Ash. Landon and Damian have the same taste in things.

he added. "The don't touch anything rule is quite broad," I say, keeping my voice casual even though my heart is still doing something completely unnecessary right now. "This is technically my home for the next year. I'd like to be able to pick up a book without feeling like I'm violating a clause." He tilts his head slightly. "Common areas are fine. My office and my bedroom are not." "Your bedroom? Why would I go in there?," I chuckle nervously. "Anything else that's off limits?"