Bring Him Home From Les Miserables Lyrics Novels & Stories

The music, his words…they were all swaying her in the wrong direction… And it was foolish of her to actually want to be swayed. “We…that was…” 'Whispering that this was once our home Our home, our home.' The song came to an end then, and the silence that roamed the room gripped Quinn’s palpitating heart. “It was~”

“Please, Mama, please… Selene is not a traitor. She didn’t know. She’s just a girl—” I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The sobs came like waves, uncontrollable and raw. My entire body trembled in her arms. But Uncle Malric’s words were final. Set in stone. Backed by every law of our pack. I turned my head toward Liora, brushing back her hair as tears streamed freely down both our faces. “I’ll come back for you,” I whispered shakily. “I promise, Liora. One day, when the storm clears and the world lets me breathe again… I’ll find my way home. To you.”

He lets me, lifting me off the ground and rocking me gently back and forth. Gentle, soothing purrs vibrate against my cheek and soft lips press to my hair. “Shhh little wolf.” Bastien croons. “We’ll find her.” He promises, an edge of steel in his deep voice, “You have my word – if it’s the last thing I do, I will bring her home.” ____________ Sophie’s POV I think I’ve made a terrible mistake.

As he sings, I think back to Mia’s words on the night of the storm, when I went to the graveyard to meet her. She was trying to warn me about someone, and I have a pretty good idea who. Felix’s knuckles go white as he clutches the mic, screwing up his face as he hits a high note at the start of the second verse. Even now, his face twisted in that special sort of bliss and elation only music can bring, he looks amazingly beautiful, controlled, powerful. Perfect. “I’ll find the key That unlocks all your doors Be mine Before midnight Be my prisoner I’ll be yours.

His voice, when it came, was low and final: "Home. You're mine now."

Fed and clean and not a scratch on her. Thank God. “Ma chérie,” I say gently. Her eyes well up with tears. Odette sniffles, struggling not to cry. “Papa, I wanna go home!” “I know, ma chérie. We’re going home right now, okay? Be brave for me a little longer.” Favreaux chuckles. “Aww… You two are so sweet. I think I have cavities.” “Let her go,” I demand. He clicks his tongue. “Now, now, Gabriel. That’s not how trades work.”

“Mouthy bitch. I see some things haven’t changed.” “And lots of things have.” She glared at him, though she was sure that its impact was severely lessened by being cuffed and prone on a bed. “I know you’re not here to take me home. So why are you really here?” He crossed his arms across his massive chest, gave her a mock-hurt look. “But I am here to bring you home.” She froze at his chosen word usage. ‘Bring’. Not ‘take’. Bring. “No,” she said softly. “Oh, no, no. Please. Please, Hal. No.”

But then it steadied, found itself and my breath left me completely. His voice was beautiful. "I thought I couldn't go on..." The words moved through the room and settled somewhere behind my ribs. "Thought the dark had claimed my name..." Another note. Another breath drawn slowly. "But somehow through the shattered pieces... you still called me back again..." My eyes burned. The tears gathered before I could do anything about them. "I let go of yesterday... but I still carry every scar... and though the road keeps pulling me away... your heart keeps bringing me home..."

I turn, dropping a gentle kiss on his cheek, hoping and praying he makes it tonight. Then I press my cheek to his stubbled one, just needing him to feel that he has a reason to live. I’m relying heavily on these sparks to ignite his soul and tether him here where he belongs. I hum the song my dad used to sing before finding myself singing the last few lines of the little lullaby that felt all too fitting for where we are. “Even when the night is too dark, find your way back home to me. I’ll light your way with little lights. My love will help you see.” My words fill the empty night, echoing back to me on a gentle breeze.

I tell him. “No,” Colton shakes his head. We sit on the bed together. “Do you remember that poem, ‘The Highwayman’?” “Yeah,” I smile. “It’s one of my favorites. Sad but the refrain is amazing.” “Watch for me by moonlight, Look for me by moonlight, I will come to thee by moonlight, though Hell shall bar the way,” Colton recites. I can’t help but smile. “That’s it!” “That is how I feel about you. There is everything pulling us apart, away from each other, but I will always come to you. I will always find away back. I’m the highwayman. Imperfect, criminally so, but you are my home my Bess.”