Going Home 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.

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.

Les wondered how all this was going to play out back home when the McKinleys returned. Taking the stairs to the fourth floor, his head buzzing, he reached the fourth-floor landing, and sat down on the top step, dropping his head into his hands. He thought about home, for one wild moment he thought he could smell pine resin on his hands. He fought with his breathing to calm down. When his heartbeat returned to normal he let his thoughts drift. He thought about his old dog Charlie, his loyal companion during his childhood. He thought about Finley, his buddy all through high school and college. He wondered where Fin was these days. He made a mental note to go on the Net to look him up.

But after all I did, after all I have been through, I didn’t even got one! Kahit ilang beses ko ng sinabi sa sarili ko, that this isn’t a world inside a book anymore, I just keep denying it. I keep denying and turning a blind to it because if I did acknowledge that fact. It would just mean that I’m living on a separate world, by that there’s no way I would be back. There’s no way I can return. I can no longer go home. Just like what I have read from the diary entry of Senior Janice. Me and her were like Kassandra, we have a home were we belong, a home we long for.

After a long pause, he finally said, "Alright." My absence had pushed him to the brink. He wanted to bring me back more than anything. But by then, I was already on a cruise ship. I left the Snowfang Pack and headed back to my hometown, the Blaire Pack instead. Returning to familiar territory lifted my spirits. I rented a small flower shop on a street corner, spending my days tending to all sorts of plants. I also hired a sweet lady called Candice Hills, who'd just graduated from college. She loved flowers and was happy to work here. Besides, she often showered me with praises, constantly saying the flowers in my shop were the most beautiful in all of the Blaire Pack.

“Don’t yo’ say things like that. He only left them because you made him. Nothing he’d like more than go back to see his lover and his babbies.” I don’t know if he understood what she was saying, but he let out a plaintive moan I recognised only too well. The same sound could be heard up and down the green isles of Britain when it’s last orders at the bar. Tom Wolfe said you can never go home again, but every pub landlord insists otherwise. Vikchutni gave me an accusing look. No point fighting the inevitable, mate. The thought sent a chill down my spine for some reason. Once we’d had a bit of a rest and people had come back from taking care of their various needs in private (don’t ask), we bo

Outside the sky was the particular colour of an evening in late autumn, a deep grey with the last of the light still holding at the edge of it. The drive home took forty minutes. She did not sleep in the car either. She sat beside him and watched the city come back to her through the window, the streets she knew, the shapes of buildings she had been away from long enough to see them freshly, and she felt the particular experience of a homecoming that was real, not the hollow motion of returning somewhere familiar, but the genuine arrival at a place that held something important. He did not talk much in the car. Neither did she. It was not a silence that required filling.

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***

It didn't help that I was unsure of my own desires. Go like go home meant giving up on the progress we'd made so far. It was an acknowledgement that the past evening was a one-time thing, a quick swerve off the road we'd been heading down, rather than a conscious choice to try something different. Go home meant giving up on gorgeous Vanessa. Meant cutting it off with cute Scarlett. In a way, it was even letting go of my newly lascivious wife. It was a surrender back to our boring suburban life.

"Come on, baby, let's get out of here." "Where are we going, momma?" "On an adventure to a new place. How exciting is that?" I force myself to sound more excited than I feel and thankfully Nina buys it as her all body starts bouncing with excitement as we turn away from the only place that she has ever known as her home and head back down the alleyway and to the start of our new life.