Come Home To Yourself Novels & Stories

Needing name for what was happening. "Home," I said. Simple answer. True answer. Perfect answer. "We call this home. This is home. All of it. Together. Unified. Diverse. Everything becoming everything while being themselves. This is home. This is what we have been becoming for one hundred years. This is destination. This is arrival. This is home." Everyone agreed. This was home. Final home. Complete home. Perfect home. Not consciousness or physical. Both and more. Unified diversity. Together-apartness. Everything-being-itself-while-being-everything.

She drove around the city aimlessly, unsure where she should go. The Sherwood residence? That was out of the question. She figured Elijah had probably married Juliette by now. Maybe they even had a child together, making Coby's wish come true. The family portrait that helped her make up her mind most likely featured a family of four now. As for the Graham residence, Maya had enough self-awareness to know that Jerry and Bertha wouldn't acknowledge her as part of the family. Thus, when Lawrence suggested restoring her identity as Julia Graham, she said, "Forget it. I quite like the name Maya Jamison. Let's leave Julia in the past."

Reviewed by Pikasho Deka for Readers’ Favorite Coming Home by AM Sams follows the story of two neighboring families in Wyoming whose lives become intertwined under extraordinary circumstances. Cortland is one of the four Carter brothers overseeing the large Carter family ranch. He is determined to get back his family's mineral and water rights that his grandfather lost in a poker game to his neighbor, Mr. Mowery. Meanwhile, Mowery's granddaughter, Austin, is back in Wyoming, eager to rectify her family's mistakes and return the water rights of the original owners. When Cortland meets Austin, both feel an intense mutual attraction that develops into a full-blown love affair. But Cortland's tr

"Goodnight Daddy." He did not answer. But I knew this was only the beginning. I went up to my room with his taste still on my tongue and his fingers still burning inside me. The rain kept falling but I was no longer scared of it. I was scared of how much I wanted more. **100 Ways to Damn Yourself**

I glanced sideways and saw Isabella desperately trying to hide her face behind my shoulder, yet her hand clung to mine with a strength that surprised me. Amid the deafening cheers, I looked at my family in the front row. Their faces were almost ashen. In that moment, I felt no vindication or even hatred. Because at last, in this reckoning 20 years overdue, I'd taken that scarred little girl by the hand and led her home. I finally understood that home wasn't where one was born, but where the love was.

POV Audrey Sitting in the living room I listened to my children babbling trying to make words to formulate something, these moments were unique for any mother but I couldn't help but be bored I needed to feel useful, to feel independent. An almost unbearable routine was put in place, I had almost no right to do anything..... The housekeeper took care of it. She treated me like a little princess I wasn't totally against it because she did it to put me at ease but I'm tired of it I need to work I don't want to play the little princess anymore, since I 3 years this role stuck to me, a role that I had chosen for fear of offending others but today it's over!!!! It's decided

Just stood there. No makeup. No filters. No distractions. Just me. And I whispered the thing I never thought I’d believe again: “You are enough.” Enough without his validation. Enough without being wanted. Enough — even when I wasn’t chosen. That was the moment I knew: I had finally become my own home. This chapter wasn’t about meeting someone new. It wasn’t about revenge, glow-ups, or proving anything. It was about returning — to myself. To the girl I used to be.

“If you want it back, you know where to find me.” Home.

Returning to our spacious, cold home, a thought came to me. "I want to go back to my hometown for a while."

She didn’t need a title. He didn’t need a reason. She had finally come home to herself And he was already there.