Come From Away Novels & Stories

The scent of cinnamon, butter, and basil danced through the crisp autumn air of Bellwood Falls. After nearly four years in Tuscany, Amara and Luca had returned not permanently, but for something big. The town square was strung with lanterns. Booths lined the cobbled streets. Kids chased each other with paper chef hats. And in the middle of it all, a hand-painted sign hung between two oak trees: “The Whisked Away Festival, Love, Food, Family.”

Hugh was standing there, along with Rylee and several co-workers from the company—the same ones who had claimed they were going on a trip. They were all carrying bags of groceries consisting of fresh vegetables from the supermarket, snacks, and even fruits. I stared at the pile, completely confused. “Why are you guys here?” I asked. “Aren’t you supposed to be traveling?” Before Hugh could answer, Rylee smiled and spoke up first, “We got halfway there and decided traveling was boring. Then, we remembered you’d just moved, so we thought we’d come over and mooch a meal instead.” The others chimed in, laughing as they teased.

Thankfully, he could hear my voice. Greyson looked up, his eyes hazy and clouded with liquor. It took him a few seconds to snap back to reality. "Millie... is that you? You've... come back?" "Greyson," I whisperd, "I've come to say goodbye." Tears streamed down his face as he reached out to embrace me. But I was only a wisp of smoke, dissipating in his arms, only to reform immediately after. He rubbed his eyes, trying desperately to focus on me.

replied Layla, motioning for him to speak. "Where are you from?" He began, and Layla had this perplexed look on her face. "I'm just curious; that's why I'm asking; it's stated on your resume that you just moved to New York, that's why I'm asking," he explained. "Oh, that. I'm from Seattle," she replied, speaking of which, she had not heard from her family since the day she left; she did not know how to call her father, and he did not call her also.

It was almost too easy. She came back not ten minutes later with a look of relief on her face as if a burden had been lifted. "What now? Will you be taking him away with you? I know from your accent that you're from America, is that where your mother went when she disappeared from the village all those years ago?" I took the piece of paper with the directions from her hand and bit back my first retort. She'd just helped me out tremendously, after all. Fuck that!

Unknown POV I kept myself hidden as I watched the little brat climbing into the truck. Shit. When I saw her leaving the territory my first thought was that I could nab her and finally go home. I was sent here to keep an eye on her when we first realized which pack had taken her. I hate this place it is so far from any kind of fun. I want to get back to the city area where I am from. I miss it. This being outside in the fresh air and nature is not for me. Yes, I still let my wolf out into the wooded areas near home to run he go insane if I didn't. But my human side prefers the city life the bars, parties and lots of people. I pull out my phone and dial my boss. “Yeah, the little bitch has run

“Your mom and dad are here so of course you want to be close to them.” “Yes,” Ava said. She didn’t tell Tom that her mother lived in England nine months out of the year. That would just open an onslaught as to why she couldn’t come back to Montana. “And my siblings are here, too.” “I get it. I wouldn’t want to live far away from Dax,” Tom said. Dax grunted loudly. “Lucky me,” he said wryly. “Stop it. You know you’d go crazy without Tom around,” Ava said with a smile.

“Hey, sweetheart. How are you?” “I miss you,” Ethan said, his voice trembling. “When are you coming home?” Tasha swallowed hard, forcing her voice to stay steady. “Soon, baby. I’ll be home very soon. You’ve been such a brave boy, haven’t you?” “Yeah,” Ethan replied. “But it’s not the same without you.” Her heart broke a little more. “I know, sweetheart. I promise, we’ll cuddle and talk about everything as soon as I’m back. Be strong for me just a little longer, okay?”

“Grab a few things.” "No problem," Alec replied, glancing between us. Then he turned back to Lake. “You can call me when you’re done. I’ll come get you.” And that's when I finally acknowledged the distance between us. His behavior since arriving suggested that he came here more for Lake than for me.

Compensation. Not once did she say she missed me. Not once did she say she loved me. Five years was a long time. Everything had changed. Maybe guilt. Maybe she was just busy. Either way, she didn't even finish her cream soup before leaving. She left me a phone. "Call if you need anything." But the first person to contact me wasn't Selene. It was Cody. Full name—Cody Hogg. The second I picked up, he came at me hard.