Going Home: A Novel Novels & Stories

Then he nodded to the guard manning the gate mechanism and the gate opened. As we drove through the gates I was struck by the beauty of home. There was a pain in my heart as I stared at the artistry of nature and the welcoming village nestled at its center. Maisey placed a hand on my shoulder from where she sat and asked, “Are you okay, Nikki?” I nodded and a single tear slid down my face. I wasn’t sad really, it was as if a missing piece of me snapped into place. “I’m home,” I whispered, my heart full of a million different emotions. I turned towards Callum and said, “Can you take us to K&T please? That’s the first piece of home I need to connect with.” Callum nodded and drove in the direct

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I join in the frantic rush; fuelled with excitement while a buzz of life bounces from within the emptying apartment, all of us scouring around while we gather up the remainders of the current chapter of our lives. While Isaac makes a few trips back and for to our new home, dropping off the endless brigade of storage boxes, the girls help me as we pack up my belongings. After a swift farewell to my beloved sanctuary, we carry the last few boxes down the endless steps and into the back of the SUV. With the lock of a door, we’re finally ready to head to our new beginning, back to the pack home. My new home. I instantly feel a wave of relief wash over me as we drive away from the dangers lurking

What the hell just happened? I walk swiftly, and my mind and heart are all over the place. I should have been mad. I should have been really angry. But all I feel is... confused. I feel like I'm stuck in a hurricane that I can't get out of. I need to breathe. I need to take a breath. When I get to the back door, the chilly night air greets me like an old friend. I go outside, and the darkness wraps about me in solitude. The mansion feels like a jail since the huge gates keep me in a world where I don't belong. As I stroll down the garden path, my breath fogs up in the cold air and my boots crunch on the gravel.

No cold memories. Only a quiet darkness and the faint scent of blossoms. Just before landing, I woke up. Jade was looking at me. The light from the window fell softly across her face, and in her eyes I could see a small, peaceful reflection of myself. "We're almost there, Julian," she said gently, taking my hand. "We're going home." "Mm," I replied, lacing my fingers through hers. The plane broke through the clouds and descended steadily toward Northspire Bay, glittering like a field of stars beneath the night sky.

“For sending him back the way I could love him from afar.” She folded the note carefully, tucked it into her journal, and started walking home. Her heart felt heavy, but no longer hollow. Behind her, the waves erased her footprints again one last time. Far away, in another town, Liam stood outside a bookstore window. Inside, on display, was The Art of Staying Gone her book. He didn’t go in. He didn’t need to. He simply stood there for a while, watching strangers pick it up, leaf through it, smile softly.

I looked at that line. Then beneath it. The compound holds people the way good homes hold people. Not containing them. Keeping them. And beneath that, smaller, the thing I had been circling all evening without letting myself write: I understand now why he was worth coming back for. I looked at that line for a long time. Then I closed the notebook. I turned off the lamp. In the dark, with the sounds of the compound settling around me unfamiliar and somehow already not frightening, I lay still and let myself admit, for exactly thirty seconds, that I felt something close to at home.

Stammers Charlie. The bulky man takes a step forward so that the tip of his leather boots is hitting the lintel of the patio door. Charlie takes two steps back; one isn't foolproof. She clutches, tightly, the hem of her pyjama shirt. Suddenly, she feels like crying. Is this it? Is this how she'll die? She hasn't even edited her 20th book! Or read all the books in the romance section of the local library!

In the dimly lit parking lot, his expression faded in and out of the shadows. Hannah's heart sank. She whispered, "What is it?" "I'm sending you abroad. Leave and don't come back." Hannah's eyes widened. "Ry, what are you saying?" "I'm sending you abroad. Don't you ever return." "No!" Hannah shook her head frantically. She grabbed his sleeves and cried, "Ry, I don't want to go away! I don't want to leave on my own again. You don't understand how I survived in a foreign country all those years!

Outside, far beyond the ridge, wolves began to howl. Not rogues. Black Hollow. The pack. Answering something I had not meant to call. The journal’s final words appeared in silver fire. ARC ONE: THE HEIR HAS COME HOME. And beneath the mountain, the Hollow King opened his eyes.