Going Home Novel Novels & Stories

Can Cortland and Austin move past their differences and begin a family together? AM Sams' slice-of-life drama novel is full of heart, humor, and romance. Coming Home is, at its core, the story of two intertwining families as their current generation makes amends and moves past the grudges of the past. Evenly paced with a couple of well-placed curveballs along the way, the plot keeps you engaged until the end. The characters have well-developed personalities and traits that set them apart from one another. Austin and Cortland's relationship is at the center of the narrative around which the plot revolves. I particularly enjoyed the dynamic between Austin and Cortland with their friends and fa

Mom follows me, and Coit closes the car door. The driver starts the engine, and we drive away. Coit and the servants wave at us as we leave. I look back and watch the people I grew up with and my childhood home disappear behind me. A part of me will always belong to Moon Gove and my pack, but this isn’t my only home anymore. I’m going back to the other home I’ve found–Kane.

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.

Mom says handing us money and a piece of paper with an address on it “Why don’t we help bring everything in and we can see the later tomorrow or something” I say not understanding why she’s sending us when everything is still in the yard. “Please go I need some time to just absorb the place by myself, think without driving and all that I will be fine, go” she says pushing us to the truck “Okay, we love you, we will be back soon.” I say confused as we climb in the car and pull out of the semi long driveway and start heading into town.

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!

What I remembered was Mom crouching in front of me, her eyes bright and kind, asking, "Do you want to come home with me?" I nodded. She smiled. Back then, her smile was prettier than anyone's at the group home. But just now, there had been no trace of that smile in her eyes. When she left holding my brother's hand, she did not even look back at me. Neither did Dad. They must really be planning to send me back. If they were going to say it sooner or later, I would rather go first. At least that way, it would not be quite so humiliating.

The title was simple, elegant, and deeply personal: Homeward Bound. The artwork depicted a warm, glowing house surrounded by trees, a pathway leading toward an open door. It wasn’t just any house. It was ours. Luca gasped. “Dad, that looks like our home!” Tears blurred my vision as I nodded. “Because it is,” I whispered. I opened the book, flipping through the pages. Each chapter told a piece of our journey, weaving together themes of love, resilience, and chosen family. The final page held the dedication, one I had written months ago but had never read aloud.

Liana thinks frowning “We are going home .We are going to my place “Nash says looking ahead as he drives. Liana looks at him with surprise.Even though they have been married for a few years ,Nash never took her to his place . She had been hoping to move in with him but it seemed like he had no plan to live with her so she never said anything. He usually does go back home once in a while to stay with her but other times , he stays here . “But i thought we were going home ?”Liana asks feeling relieved that she didn’t have to go back to that house again . There are too many bad memories there . But she is still confused that why is he suddenly taking her there . “From now on,you will live with

She had gone abroad for more than a year and had never been home once, not even during the New Year. The past year had been really hard for a person like Nora, who had never been away from her parents since she was young, especially at the beginning. Rowan knew that Nora even cried because she felt homesick. However, Nora chose not to return to Crosavia back then because she hadn’t calmed her emotions yet, and she did not have the courage to go back. That city was an abyss of despair. She managed to climb halfway out of that abyss after going to the United States, but she was not fully recovered yet. She would inevitably fall back again or fall even deeper than she did before if she went bac

His scent, a unique blend of familiarity and warmth, wafted through the air, triggering a flood of memories and emotions. The airport's hustle and bustle faded into a distant hum, leaving only the two of us suspended in a timeless embrace. The term "home" took on a new dimension as I nestled against his chest. It wasn't about physical spaces or geographical locations; rather, it was embodied in the contours of his arms, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the silent promise that we carried within us. In his embrace, I found the solace that resonated with the sentiment of coming home – a home that transcended walls and boundaries.