Chronicles Of The Going Home Club Mga Nobela at Kwento

That was why he had no idea who Gabriella and Henry were—he didn't browse the local Internet. "Are you a permanent resident?" Robin shook his head. "We're planning to return to Chatan this year. Unless things change, we plan to stay there." "Why? Aren't things good in Moreland? Why do you want to come back?" Robin thought about it for a moment and said, "It's not that it's bad. My parents just feel that we can't forget our roots. I'm also about to graduate. So we just decided to go back." "It's good to go back. Chatan's been developing pretty fast lately."

" I couldn't blame Celeste for saying this. Ever since marrying Shane, I had gradually distanced myself from my former social circles. Whenever my friends asked me out, I would always say, "Next time." It's been a long time since I painted. An unfinished painting on my easel has gathered a thick layer of dust, and I haven't visited my favorite bookstore since getting married. I downed my drink in one gulp. "Yes. I can bear it now." Since they were able to leave me behind, I would do the same to them. At three in the morning, I went home, smelling heavily of alcohol.

Since she was ten, her heart had quietly belonged to him, though he only had eyes for Sophie. Five years ago, Sophie and her whole family had migrated abroad. Heartbroken, Zeke drank every day to dull the pain. One day, on his way home, he nearly stepped into the path of a car. Lily rushed out and shoved him to safety. He was left unharmed, but she lost her sight.

About three quarters of them are my fault. As we make our way down the hallway, I see Lily glancing around at everything. When she was conscious and had walked this way, she hadn’t looked anywhere but her feet. But now, now her eyes darted around as if she was trying to suck in every aspect of the third floor. Well, it was a pretty boring floor thought. Just a bunch of closed bedroom doors and pictures of how the pack had begun. All the pictures are in grey and just reveal how we had gotten our pack name as well as reputation. Let’s just say, our ancestors were pricks. You killed to get your position and if someone even just looked at you in the wrong way, they were attacked.

I covered my ears as memories of the past flooded my mind. I remembered when the elders had cast me out of the Moon Goddess Church, I'd wandered for days before finding the chance to sneak back into the castle and see Varkon. He was still lying in bed recovering. The moment he saw me, he frowned tightly and snapped, "You ran off to meet another he-wolf while I was poisoned and unconscious, and now you have the nerve to come back?"

Back then, Ruby was always dreaming about the capital city of Norcrown. "Silas, if our company ever really makes it big, let's move our headquarters to Norcrown! But I've heard office space in the financial district costs a fortune… When the time comes, let's rent an entire floor and make it grand! How does that sound?" I was still lost in thought when the car stopped in front of an estate in the heart of the city. The moment I walked in, the smell of home-cooked food greeted me. My mom ran out of the kitchen, her eyes red, and she gave me a big hug. "Silas! You're finally home! Look how thin you've gotten! Just how much have you been through out there?!"

At this point, I would be an idiot if I couldn’t connect the dots. No wonder Crystal demanded to move into the apartment building last month. According to her, the neighborhood had a better school district for Ethan. She also mentioned she’d be assigned overseas by the company soon and wouldn’t be back for a year or so. As it turned out, she was going away to bear her child with another man. Out of the blue, Ethan bolted toward her. “Mom, do you know this man? “He’s so mean. He told the dog to bite me.”

I finally began to understand the meaning behind Timothy's unfinished sentence back at the alumni reunion. "Did you really think we had any money left back then? You ought to know that we gave almost all of our savings to the hospital when your father fell ill. What else do you think we had back then besides money for groceries, Timothy? Did you expect me to go out and steal a guitar for you?"