Come Home To Yourself Novels & Stories

" I grinned as I threw my arm around it in an attempt to give it a hug. Again yes, I hugged the couch. I giggled at myself as I realized I acted like a maniac, so I just got comfortable and turned on the TV. I really love my family but I really needed a little me time, which is why I was happy no one was home yet. I flipped through the available channels on startimes and settled on a music channel before I stood up and walked to the kitchen where I reheated some leftover jellof rice, after which I put some in a plate and grabbed a cool bottle of Pepsi from the fridge.

“Your order is ready sir.” “Thank you lady.” I tossed a few currency towards her and she called me back. “Sir this is more than you ordered. Please take your change.” “Oh, my bad. You can keep the change.” “Thank you so much sir.” I nodded my head and pulled the door open. Finding a way to transport myself back home. I cane back home and felt like a heavy load was lifted off me. Being a frenzy outside is hard because of the disguise and all but once you are home, you can be yourself.

“Don’t say it. I know what you want to say and don’t you dare use the excuse of Ariel being here and stuff. It’s outdated and won’t work anymore. Know that.” “No, I wasn't going to say that.” He took a step, closing the distance between them. “I was going to say that you are here, you are my home and therefore I belong here.” Another step. “Home is wherever you are. You cannot chase me from my home, Breanne. “From the only place where I find peace.”

His scent, a unique blend of familiarity and warmth, wafted through the air, triggering a flood of memories and emotions. The airport's hustle and bustle faded into a distant hum, leaving only the two of us suspended in a timeless embrace. The term "home" took on a new dimension as I nestled against his chest. It wasn't about physical spaces or geographical locations; rather, it was embodied in the contours of his arms, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the silent promise that we carried within us. In his embrace, I found the solace that resonated with the sentiment of coming home – a home that transcended walls and boundaries.

Something else entirely. I’m going home.

My own life, finally my own. I smiled. And I went home.

"Sometimes home is the last place you can hear yourself think." The words hit closer than he could know. As I finish my wine, my phone buzzes with a text. Adrian: *Where are you? Mrs. Reynolds said you left hours ago.* So he did come home after all. I type back: *Out. Getting some air. Don't wait up.* His own words thrown back at him. His response comes right away: *Are you safe? Should I come get you?* The concern seems real. *I'm fine. I need some time alone.*

**Homecoming** The familiar scent of home—the faint aroma of Claire’s lavender candles, the comforting smell of old wood, and the lingering hint of last night’s rain—filled the air as the Hayes family finally stepped through their front door. Despite the exhaustion from the relentless chase and the constant threat looming over them, the warmth of their home brought a fleeting sense of safety. For the first time in what felt like ages, they were back where they belonged. But the sanctuary of their home was tempered by the reality of the battles still ahead.

“DAMN IT TOR. I DON’T WANT HER. I WANT YOU! IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU AND I’LL KEEP TELLING YOU THAT UNTIL THE DAY I DIE. NOW STOP BEING SO STUBBORN AND COME HOME.” The words settling over me like an instant warm blanket. Home. A place that would forever be mine and mine alone and no matter what people thought I’d always find a way to belong.

My assistant James asks. “No, please drive me.” I told him, I didn’t trust myself behind the steering wheel. Once settled in the car, he asks “Where to, sir?” “Home, the beach residence.” I utter before I realize my words. Well, fuck. I hadn’t exactly decided yet but my cock decided before me. “Okay sir.” James nods. I won’t exactly call that place home. It’s just somewhere I go to when I need to be alone, it’s one of the many residences I possess.