Bound For Home Book Novels & Stories

The dining hall was grand, with long tables set for a feast, and I knew, without a doubt, that my babies and I were finally home, and best of all we had our mate and chosen family with us here. ____________________ This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and KindleVella.

' Her dad asked ‘ a friend encouraged me to read something I would not normally read’ she replied absent mindedly, touching a few books until she stopped and pulled a book out. The ground shook as the book opened itself shaking off it's possessor with a strong wind The roof of the house creaked from the force of the wind She looked on amazed at the events unfolding before her the home she had for 10 years turned to chaos by the wind coming off from the book yet she could not stop looking at it

Does that still qualify even if he didn’t use tools? He carries me along the balcony, allowing me to glance down at the floor below, but pauses. I glance at him, then look to the side, my eyes widening as I suddenly understand what Belle felt in Beauty and the Beast. Jartre sets me down and I push open the shutter doors to the most gorgeous home library. It’s not ostentatious like what the beast gave Belle, it’s much smaller, intimate, and cosy with a single couch and ottoman. The walls are lined floor to ceiling with books with a stunning view of the ocean, but the view is slightly obscured by the plants of the island, which casts a dim light over the room creating the perfect ambience for

His gaze stayed fixed on the world outside, as if the blur of the city held all the answers he couldn’t find in me. Finally, the car pulled to a stop in front of a mansion so large it swallowed the night. The house loomed over me, modern, sharp lines of glass and steel, glowing faintly from the lights within. It was beautiful, impressive even, but cold. Cold in a way that made my chest ache. Home, they would call it. But it wasn’t mine. And I doubted it was his either.

>> Adam [28 years ago] I sat under a tree in the backyard of my house that had no boundary to define it and it extended on a vast plain since there were no houses beyond mine. In a distance one could see the forest in which the only purpose of going was to hunt rabbits and if by chance we could find any other animal worth eating like a deer than that too. Being the Alpha’s son it is a bit weird that we live in our own tiny house but we actually don’t have a pack house. Unfortunately, because we’re a poor pack.

Luca finally stopped at a heavy wooden door and pushed it open. “Inside.” Raven hesitated for half a second before stepping in. The room was large but not extravagant. A fireplace crackled along the far wall, casting shadows against the deep mahogany furniture. A massive bed dominated the space, its black sheets crisp and untouched. Her stomach twisted. He brought her to his room. Luca stepped in behind her, closing the door with a soft click. “No more dungeons?” she muttered. He crossed his arms. “Not unless you give me a reason to put you back there.”

So, if there is any way I can help, I would but certainly not to bring him to my house tonight. “I understand you, Ethan.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “However, can you find your way back home? Do you know the address of your home?” “I do.” he said, as a sob arose in his throat. “But, I won't say anything about it.” “Why not?” I asked, crinkling my face in surprise. “Don't you want to go home? Look around, Ethan. You can't stay here. It's neither my friend's home nor mine. It's a hospital. So, you have to go home.”

Homey. There were no glinting chandeliers or polished marble floors. The space was low-lit, warm, and masculine. A dark leather couch dominated the living room, draped with a fleece throw that looked like it had been dragged off a bed. A punching bag hung in the corner beside a dartboard riddled with holes. The kitchen was neat, almost suspiciously so—counters scrubbed clean, cabinets bare except for protein powder and three unopened bottles of whiskey. But it was the small details that threw me. A stack of books slumped against the wall—wolf history texts, leadership manuals, and, bizarrely, a slim volume of poetry wedged between them like a guilty secret.

By the time I returned, everyone had gone home, apart from Rey… He was busy skimming through a book that he took from my room to occupy himself while he waited for me, perched comfortably on a lounge chair by the pool. “Enjoying the book?” I giggled. “Very much actually,” he didn’t look away from the book as he responded. Turning a page, he continued, “I didn’t know how long you’d be gone, and I wanted to see your face when I gave you your present.” I crossed my arms, pouting, but a smile was trying to break free. “Well, I’m here now, so–” My smile instantly faded as he closed the book and looked into my eyes.

"So sure." The book spun faster under his touch. Pages blurred together until they were just streaks of light and shadow. Then it stopped, settling on a page that looked like all the others but somehow wasn't. "She borrowed and returned the Bloodline Codex." "What is that?" "It is a book that records all supernatural houses. The ones that matter at least." My phone chimed. I fumbled for it, nearly dropping the stack of books in the process. The message was short and impersonal.