Going Home: A Novel Novels & Stories

Even if she divorced Elijah, she would provide child support. Once done with that, she found that she had nowhere to go. After she'd made her decision, Lawrence had taken her identification paperwork and documents so that they could be destroyed. This meant she couldn't even check into a hotel. Julia had no choice but to head back home, even if no one there wanted her. Along the way, she passed by a pet store with a basket of little kittens in the window who were mewling softly. Remembering how Coby had once said his birthday wish was to have a pet, she stopped and picked out a kitten.

A few late commuters hurried past, but no one paid attention to a little girl pulling a suitcase by herself. The streetlights stretched my shadow and the suitcase's shadow long across the pavement. The truth was, I no longer remembered exactly where the children's home was. I only had a blurry sense that it was somewhere west, so I kept walking that way. By the fourth intersection, my arm ached so badly I could barely lift it. The crosswalk was wide. Halfway across, the suitcase wheel caught in a dip in the road. I pulled, but it would not move. So I crouched down and tried to lift it free.

' 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.

The road stretched out before and behind Faith. The miles she'd already covered swept behind her like a wedding train. The miles left to cover spread before her as far as the eyes could see. Faith Donovan was going home. After all the tears and sorrow, she was returning to the one place where she felt most comfortable. It was true what they said after all. There is no place like home. It'll be a bit of a shock for everyone to see her come home in her pearly white car and her fancy new dresses. Someone might just keel over and die from shock.

- I told him. I could see the smile on Hard's face getting bigger, and this somehow made me feel good, for also having helped him this day. Getting my car, I started to drive following Hard through the rearview mirror riding his motorcycle, and as the distance was increasing and he was getting more Lomé, the tightness in my chest was taking shape, as if I didn't want to have to go back home, and this was destroying me, I didn't want my home to be the place I didn't want to have to go back to. It was painful to turn onto the street home and feel all that peace turn to despair, knowing that I would have to see Call again. Braking sharply, I stopped the car in front of a house, and stayed insid

And home isn't a place or a pack or even a person. Home is this feeling—this peace, this certainty, this love that asks for nothing but gives everything. Diego's hand finds mine, our fingers intertwining. "Ready to head back?" he asks. I look around at my family, my pack, my past. All of it is finally at peace. "Yeah," I say softly. "I'm ready." We walk away from the bonfire together, toward our future, and I don't look back. I don't need to. Everything I need is right beside me. ***The End***

“I will always come back home. This is were we grew up and I promise this is where I’ll grow old too.” I finish my school abroad and even work there for a while, I lost contact with Asher but I always call Faye, we don’t talk about Asher and Harry when we talk even though I’m curious I choose not to be curious and that’s how I live peacefully here in aboard but when mom told me she wanted to come back home I couldn’t be more happy and came back together with her. She’s finally moved on and she want me to come back home too. She bought a house for herself and I bought an apartment for mine too.

I’m not alone anymore. I have I van and back home, my real home, I have Kain. “Let’s go.” We cross the border and though I feel an instant weight pressing down on me I push forward regardless. Being home had never been pleasing, especially now that she’s been away for this long, returning back feels even more excruciating than usual. We don’t walk too far into Riverstone territory until we’re surrounded. From the bushes around we hear them first before a pack of wolfs emerge out first growling ferally and surrounding us immediately.

“All of it.” I sat on the hard shoulder of an eastern territory road forty minutes from the estate and listened to Crane tell Victor everything, and I felt the twins moving in their evening way, and I thought about Nate driving east in the dark and Levi in the passenger seat and Julian who had called instead of coming in, and I thought about the nursery with the level mobile and the diagonal walls and the drawer with the two small sets of clothes in it. I was going home. I did not know how yet. But I was going home.

Three years after my release from prison, I ran into my ex-wife in the presidential suite of the most exclusive hotel in Bayshore. It had been years since I last saw her. She was draped in a silk robe, radiating wealth. When she recognized me, something unreadable passed through Cecily Monroe's eyes. "On the day you got out, why didn't you wait for me to come pick you up?" I said nothing and handed over the takeout. Her gaze dropped to the scar on my wrist, and her breath caught. "I went too far with that. But you've always been tougher than Adrian. You can always get back on your feet." She was talking about what happened six years ago, when Adrian Burke was involved in a catastrophic