Bound For Home Book Novels & Stories

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I wanted to live too. --- The safehouse was nothing like his fortress. A bungalow crouched at the edge of nowhere, hidden among wild trees and houses that pressed close like watchful sentries. Alessandro’s hand never left my waist as he guided me inside. The walls were plain, the furniture sparse—nothing of the opulence I had seen in his world of marble and gold. But the locks were heavy, the windows barred. It was not a home. It was a cage dressed as safety.

I read out for him from the trip advisor page I googled. "Sì signora." He says as he drives. My head is spinning, I have so many thoughts going through my head and Mason is calling my phone constantly. We arrive at the hotel and I pay the driver before getting out. I head for the reception and ask for a room. And once again my luck, they are completely booked out except for the presidential suite which I quickly take and head upstairs immediately. Mason calls again and again, I finally answer tired of him blowing off my phone.

Bianca frowned at him. “Shampoo, soap, things like that. Clothes can be ordered online. Hunter left some things at the house and you’re roughly the same size,” Austin said and stroked his beard. “We’ll put her in Hunter’s quarters for now,” Dominic said and nodded his head at Austin. “I’m not part of your family and you can’t tell me what to do,” Bianca said as she stood up from the couch.

I moved silently like a shadow, knowing exactly where to go. My father had once spoken of a section few people ever visited. Books on the supernatural, the forbidden, and the long-abandoned bloodlines. I ran a finger across the shelves until it stopped at a cabinet tucked behind an iron pillar, half-hidden by a torn curtain. The lock was old, rusted. I sucked in a breath, drawing the blade from my boot and pried it open with a soft click. Inside, wrapped in brittle cloth and bound with a vine that had long since dried and curled into itself, sat a journal.

" It got more weight in her head because she didn't want it to. "You're an investment in perception, " he corrected, "and perception is reality in business. The limo carried Aria through the gate and the estate really opened up for her, for the first time in a good while, to see what home she would have for the next three years. There was the Blackwood mansion set high on a cultivated lawn, a modern take on a classical house, glass and stone being arranged with elegance, and harmony. "It's... enormous," she breathed. “The west wing will be yours, ” Alexander confirmed abruptly. “You will have your suite, sitting room and study. We have informed the staff of our arrangement and they are very

Hikaru-nii’s room’s door was open and we could see him lying on the bed, eyes closed. The alcohol must have already put him to sleep. There were empty bottles strewn all over the dining table and living room. Seeing that, I felt compelled to come home earlier than I did off-late. My brother was- no- IS not a drunkard. I will not allow him to be. For the sake of his daughter, at least, I will not allow him to do this to himself.

Because if the boo fell into a wrong hand, then it would definitely be the end of everything. Ember gasped as she stared at the book. It was a thick book with drawings carved on the cover of the book and there were some kind of roots that were wrapped around the it, it looks tight and Ember suspected that not anyone will have an access to that book. by the looks of it, magic is needed in order for it to be accessible. “What will you use it for then? And did you just store the book in the cabinet full of plates?” She saw her retrieved the said book for her cabinets that were full of different kinds of tea pots and plates.

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' 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