Going Home Novel Novels & Stories

She texted Ryder: “Final chapter submitted.” The reply came immediately. Ryder: “How do you feel?” She thought about it. Mia: “Like I just handed something over that I’ve been carrying for a year. Strange. Good. Both.” Ryder: “That’s right.” Ryder: “Come home.” She looked at those two words. “Come home.” Not come over. Not come to the apartment. “Come home.” She packed her bag. Went HOME. He’d cooked.

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

“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.

As always, she'd watched him leave and reminded him to be safe on the road. Yet, when he recalled the mysteriously disappearing objects at home and what Neo said, fear overcame him once more. He'd run multiple red lights on the way home. When he arrived, he'd barely parked the car properly before rushing in. The lights were off. Everything seemed to be how he'd left it that morning. It was eerily silent. Charlie could even hear his own breathing. "Yuliana! Yuliana Beckett." There was no response, save for his own echo.

“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.

Besides, if I didn’t start seeing him little by little, I’d never know for sure if I could get over him and come back to the Estate. I wanted to go back home as soon as possible. I’m heading home now. In an hour? I got into the jeep and worried my lip, wondering how I was going to get from the capital to New Moon territory. When I arrived back at my condo, everything inside had changed. The sleek lines that had been there before had been replaced with pops of color that I loved. The sun hit pieces of glass sculptures and spread rainbow lights around the living room. I smiled as I found the note on the table.

My sister, Nancy Wood, wanted to be the family's only child, so my mother had my name changed and handed my identification documents over to my grandmother. She even told me I had to pay for everything if I wanted to live under their roof. The change and coupons Nancy got from her shopping were the sole source of allowance I'd get. If she saved 30 dollars from her shopping trips, I would get 30 dollars next month. It was the last day for all students to enter their applications for college. I begged my sister to let me use her computer. She extended her hand. "You have to pay me 20 bucks." I fished all the money out of my pocket. I only had 19 dollars. So, I hastily blurted in a panic, "I

But I knew it hadn’t. Over the past three years, the time Cicio Russo spent alone with me had grown shorter and predictably shorter. He would rather stay in the grand study, where he dealt with all his family business, facing those dull shelves with bulky books, than come home to be with me and my everlasting warm company. The meals I reheated again and again, the lights that stayed on night after night—it all felt like they were telling me: He was not coming back. One night, Cicio came home late and paused for a moment when he stepped through the door.

He whispers my name in a way that breaks through every wall I have built over the months, “I said please Yubi, Come home.” I stare at the baby in my arms, her cheeks soft and warmth, her tiny lips parted in sleep, her existence the reason I became stronger than I ever thought possible. Returning means facing everything I left behind, it means facing him. I always managed to dodge my mom's questions about me coming home, always coming up. With different excuses, and she always let me stay, but this was different. Trey needed me and desire everything I had to go back home, no matter the cost.

The city appeared ahead of him in the December dusk — lit, warm from the outside, the honest warmth of the city that held its people and gave them the room to be what they were. He thought: I am going home. He thought: I have been going home for six years. He thought: going home is practice. He drove into the city. He was glad. End of Chapter One Hundred and Sixty