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" I said as I cried harder. I wanted far away from this place, away from the pain. I wanted to be back home in my sanctuary. A place where I know no one can hurt me. No one can enter but my dad unless I allow them. I felt as my dad prepared the jump, his arms tightening around me before the wind quickly shifts. I smelled home before I opened my eyes. I took a deep breath in, letting the smell of home flood my senses. I felt it instantly ease some of my pain. Home smells so good. It smells like flowers and fruit. My home, it's a beautiful place. I have so many different flowers growing outside. I cut the prettiest ones I can find almost daily and bring them inside the house. There's not a roo

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. The Nearness of You (The Thorntons Book 1) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief

The problem with going home was that home was where she had just flown from. Home was thousands of miles away. Home was university and her friends there, who had become like family. Not this hell-hole she had escaped from at 14. "I'm not allowed to go home, Mr Calcolo, I have been ordered here" she stated softly, her fingertips gently brushing the leather interior of his car door. With a sigh, she pushed the sunglasses back down onto her face. "Fine, let's go see mama" she instructed with a wave of her hand "May as well get it over with, go see Tommy perhaps"

“It’s high time we put Miles in his place!” I dragged my suitcases out of the neighborhood, all on my own. The biting wind of winter cut my face, but the sting was a much-needed wake-up call. I removed myself from all the family group chats and blocked their numbers. Then, I booked the first flight out to Port Coastal. The town where I grew up, a supposed sanctuary for me to retreat to, was now a place I didn’t belong in. Back in Port Coastal, I dove straight into work.

He watched Elara run towards him barefoot, and without a word, he signaled his men with a look to bring her shoes. He, meanwhile, practically flew down the gangplank, took off his coat, and wrapped it tight around her, keeping the cold out. "Let's go," his voice was low, but it made Elara feel safe, like never before. The yacht fired up quickly, its roar cutting through the waves as it steered towards the open sea. The city lights of New York and everything that came with them were left behind, shrinking into the distance. Meanwhile, back at the awards ceremony.

"Have you decided yet? Lia's still waiting on my answer." Gwyneth had just finished getting the meal ready ten minutes ago. Asher came home and cut to the chase. "I'm done hiding this from you. Lia actually lives in the neighborhood next to ours. She's been with me for nine years, and I owe her so much. I have to take her along when we move abroad." Gwyneth had barely set the dishes down when her smile instantly disappeared. This wasn't the first time Asher had mentioned taking Liana abroad. When he first brought it up, Gwyneth had flipped out, wrecking the living room and cursing him for saying such a thing.

Eirween. The stars had shifted. It was a subtle, quiet way that only someone like me would notice. A single thread out of place in the vast tapestry of the world. A tremble in the earth that wasn’t from storm or quake but emotion raw, untamed, and pulsing from the North. I closed the tome I’d been reading, the pages old and soft with wear, the ink faded but still legible under starlight. The runes along the cover shimmered faintly before dimming, content to rest.

I said under my breath looking outside the window We should turn back they won't even notice my upsence I said sitting inside the car that was parked outside the Fosters family mansion Are you insane, how can they not notice you're not there, you're their new daughter-in-law after all I'm sure they are all eagerly waiting to meet you" said Isa besides me Let them" it's pointless, anyway I'll be filing for divorce in a few months' so I don't see any reason why I should have to play daughter-in-law in front of his family when we both know this marriage will never work Never say never who knows perhaps you might find yourself falling in love with him, the future is full of surprises you know" s

she speaks up, confusion stunting me. Ready to ask her what she meant by that, she downs the rest of the liquid from her glass, sucking in a long breath and exhaling. She only looks at me. "Remember what I told you that afternoon before we went to Avigrnon? About distance making you feel closer?" I nodded. "I love my home, but this is the furthest I've ever felt from myself," she continued.

Brandon sat in the middle, holding the laptop bag he'd just bought for Maddison. Not a single seat had been left for me. Even if I forced myself inside, I'd only end up curled into a corner like a stray. "There isn't room." "Then just take an Uber to the hotel. It's not far anyway." I nodded and stepped back. "You guys go ahead. I..." Before I could finish speaking, Dad slammed his foot on the gas, and the car sped away. Exhaust fumes washed over my face, leaving my nose burning. I slowly walked home alone.