Far From Home Novel Novels & Stories

Faye I hate rehab centres. I hate the people who work here. I hate walking through the facilities with my raging mother. I hate being the grown up. I hate watching them cuff my mother and sedate her. I hate I hate i hate everything _____________ No matter how many times I do it, I always cry in the way back to my house after dropping her at a rehab centre. I always wish the world would just swallow me whole. I wipe a tear from my blurry eyes. My phone rings again and I toss it into the back seat. Aidan needs to stop calling!

“Home?” I repeated in question. Home. I lived from one orphanage to another. I didn’t really have a permanent place to stay. I was alone but wasn’t lonely. I didn’t have a shelter of my own but I was home. For eighteen years, wherever I went, I was home. At first, I find it weird being comfortable with a new place at an instant, feeling home, but now I know why. It was because home was following me. Home doesn’t refer to a thing with doors and windows. Home is a person or even a ghost. Sadness slowly crept in my system. I just lost that home. Recently, I discovered that I got myself another home, Grip, but I lost them both right after another.

Seems like they want to make fun of me so I decided to finish my coffee faster and ask them to our first destination. The Family History Library. You see why I am in this place called Las Vegas? Because once upon a time, when I am so desperate to see Arianne and was in a very broken state because of her betrayal, I acted impulsive and reckless. I get to be with a girl I never know that much, fucked her all day and marry her at nightime.

' They'll wish we'd taken them out with a single bullet. I returned his smile, pulled my child closer, and walked back to the comfort of our home. It was not long before Derick and Jasmine were locked away. With the White family's 'special care,' their time in the slammer was a living nightmare. By the time Ayden turned 10 years old, the worn-out pair was released. Derick's first move as a free man was to divorce Jasmine and try to track down Ayden and me. Little did he know that I had taken Ayden and left for foreign shores a decade ago, back to the stronghold of our family.

"I've thought it over, and it's really not appropriate for us to live under the same roof. I'll arrange for a caregiver to take care of you and handle your daily needs during your recovery." Alyssa's expression soured instantly as she muttered, "We grew up together. What's inappropriate about that?" Charlie didn't go back and forth with her. He offered a vague excuse and ended the call. He sped down the road, unable to restrain his eagerness to see Yuliana again. Only now did he realize how intense the longing for someone could truly be. But when he arrived, the villa was shrouded in darkness. No lights were on, and the house felt eerily still.

Chapter 1: Home Freya's POV The road stretched out, mile after mile, taking me back to the only home I'd ever known. It had been five long years. Five years since I'd left the Blackwood land to pursue my education in the human world. My fingers tapping on the steering wheel once more, something I do whenever I'm nervous. Those familiar landmarks were there. That battered old gas station where Marcus would take me for candy. The diner, where Catherine taught me to love pancakes. That all but illegible sign that had once announced, "Welcome to Pinehaven" the small town they owned.

I paused a moment before saying softly, "Let's get divorced, Ian." It was true that I was an uncouth woman. I grew up in the orphanage, and I had no family other than the old orphanage director. Three days ago, the director passed away and was scheduled to be cremated, and I asked Ian if he could accompany me to the funeral, but he was busy accompanying Jewel and did not pick up any of my calls. I ran in the rain, trying to get a taxi, only to end up in an accident right outside the building of Langham Corporation. My hands were crushed under the car tires. When the ambulance failed to arrive, I begged the passersby to call Ian.

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?!"

It did not acknowledge our arrival. Adrian handed me one of the books. A novel, translated from French, about a woman who inherits a farmhouse in Provence and systematically dismantles her previous life. "It made me think of you," he said. I turned it over. Read the back. "Is she happy? At the end?" "I don't know. I haven't finished it." "That's not very encouraging." He smiled. "I thought you'd appreciate the honesty."

And he had never once seen him look this defeated. --- Far Outside the City The road stretched endlessly into darkness. Trees replaced buildings. Silence replaced sirens. And for the first time tonight, Amelia could breathe properly. The car eventually slowed near a large countryside property hidden far from the city. Soft lights glowed warmly from inside the house. Sophie blinked slightly. “Adrian…” He gave a small shrug. “My grandfather’s place.” The house was beautiful in a quiet way. Not flashy. Not cold. Nothing like Damian’s world.