Forever Home Novels & Stories

Because sometimes the strongest thing you’ll ever do… Is nothing. No reply. No return. No relapsing into old patterns. Just walking away. Quietly. Softly. Completely.

Her hand rested possessively on his arm, and right there on her finger was a diamond ring. A larger one than mine–could you believe that? My chest tightened so painfully I thought something inside me had snapped. “This…” I whispered; shaking my head, “this must be old.” Adrian was still silent. “Maybe it's from before,” I continued desperately. “Maybe—” “That's enough, Elena. As you can see clearly that photo was taken ten minutes ago.” His calm voice cut straight through my denial. The room suddenly felt colder. “Ten minutes ago…” I repeated.

- Joelle - Three more months had swiftly passed, and once again, I found myself sitting in my Consultant's office, engaged in a discussion about my contract. True to his word, the hospital had offered me another internship based on my Consultant's recommendation. I couldn't deny the trust and mentorship he had shown me, but deep down, I knew that despite my attachment to this place, I longed for home. The decision weighed heavily on me, as I contemplated the uncertainty that awaited me if I chose to leave. Yet, in the depths of my being, I felt a resolute certainty that returning home was the right path for me.

Their family was complete. As the days passed, Olivia and Ethan settled into life as parents. Their bond grew even stronger, and their love for their son was immeasurable. Ethan was the doting father, changing diapers, rocking Lucas to sleep, and whispering sweet words of love to him. Olivia, though exhausted, reveled in the joy of motherhood and the family they had created together. With each passing day, their home felt fuller, their hearts richer, and their love deeper. This was the beginning of their forever.

He entered his car and left her with those words. She stood there in silence staring at his car as he drove off, she didn't know why but his words struck a cord in her heart. Almost like what she had been feeling in her former life, she had had a home but then had thrown it away just to be with him but then her love was not appreciated, and she had instead gotten a house but not a home. Should she have stopped him? That was how she drove home, in confusion. Confusion at the fact that he was drunk, confusion at the fact that he was outside at this timeline the night dressed like a hoodlum and also confused....that he seemed so lonely and depressed, something which someone like him should not

"She may or may not recover but only time will tell. I'd advise she's put around familiar surroundings that hold very strong and passionate good memories. A family home sounds good enough. She mentioned her husband. Maybe being in her old house would do." That was a very impossible task. Fathers house, as well as his properties were auctioned off a long time ago right after we exhausted the health insurance. How the fuck was I supposed to get the house back and all his properties? "Where do I even start?" I mumbled. It felt like everything was against me but in Oliver's favour because just one phone call and he could arrange everything with a snap of his finger. He was like a god over my lif

“I’m going for a run. Mind link me if you get news of Cora and Dante’s whereabouts or any of the Feral for that matter.” I throw open the door to my office and sulk away. Away from Amari, away from the drama of my family, away from the sadness I feel when I think about everything I shared with Cordell in this house. The housekeeping omegas bow as I pass them in the hallways of the regal estate. The beautiful home has been in our family for over three centuries, but with the talented housekeeping staff and our abilities, we are able to keep it looking practically brand new.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here. I'm yours. I've always been yours. This is real. This is forever. This is everything. This is all I've ever wanted. This is home." "Tell me you're staying forever. Tell me you'll never leave. Tell me you'll never walk away. Tell me you'll never stop loving me. Tell me you'll never stop choosing me. Tell me you'll never stop fighting for us." "I'm staying forever. I'll never leave. I'll never walk away. I'll never stop loving you. I'll never stop choosing you. I'll never stop fighting for us. I'll never stop believing in us. I'll never stop wanting you."

This is also what forever means. He wrote: Don understood this today. He understood it in the kitchen garden, with Thomas's words still in the air. The thirty-year estate is not ours to see. It is ours to begin. This is what the thirteenth year has been teaching us. The building that continues after we are gone. The planting that the next generation inherits. The forever that includes our absence.

If this is a dream, someone please slap me. “Daddy, it’s so beautiful here! Is this where we’re going to live?” Aaron asked, clearly amazed. “Yes, son. This is our new home, and we’ll stay here forever,” Zach replied happily—which completely caught me off guard and made me pull my hand away from his. Forever? That’s not going to happen. It just can’t. My god, seeing all of this—I almost forgot what we really are. No. I can’t let myself forget. Not even now.