Going Home Steel Novel Novels & Stories

Human flesh tastes like pork. We’re pushing back toward the exits. The people thin out in this direction, knots and stragglers vanishing behind us in bursts of dust. Automatons. Dust storms. I won’t look over my shoulder. I don’t want to. My dark eye stutters open and shut. We probably won’t be home till after dark, now. She’ll probably drink some wine. We don’t have to go home, she said. I don’t want to go. Home.

I looked at Greystone one last time. The town no longer frightened me. It belonged to my story now. I turned the motorcycle around and began riding toward the town. The road stretched ahead, open and waiting. And for the first time, I wasn’t running from anything. I was going home. I had come to Greystone to disappear. Now, I stayed to rule it. THE END.

And they had finally, truly, come home. THE END

, my joy knew no bounds I am finally going home, but why is he nice, all of a sudden? He is no longer Mr grumpy, but Mr nice guy, I could get used being with Mr nice guy,he held my hand gently as he walked through the door, his mafioso's were surprised. He led me to his room, never knew there were shorter route, I would have been back home a long time ago if only I had swallowed my pride. this is not an exit, what am I doing back here?He let go of my hands, as he searched for something unknown, the silence was killing me.

It's been ten years since I followed my fated mate, Grace Murphy, into the human world. Her childhood friend, Fred Williams, is dying. His one last wish? To experience marriage. Grace said yes. She told me she wanted to give her wedding to Fred. I didn't cry. I didn't fight. I just smiled, slid the ring off my finger, and handed it back to her. She brought Fred home and said she wanted to give him a home. I said, “Okay,” softly, and stepped aside—clean, neat, no fuss. She wanted to take Fred to Hawaii—the honeymoon destination I'd been dreaming about for years. I still helped her book everything, calm and composed. The day she boarded that plane, I finally answered the summons from my pack.

The others shifted instantly, alert. Ashley leaned closer. “What is it?” “Nothing,” he said, but his hands tightened on the bars. “Hold on.” The bikes roared forward, speeding through wet roads until the cracked streets came into view—the road that led home. It was afternoon by the time they reached the clubhouse. The place wasn’t fancy… old brick walls, oil stains, and a chain-link fence, but it was home. As they rolled in, a few men came out to meet them—two guards, a prospect, and an old mechanic with a limp.

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.

I don’t even wait for him to respond, his mouth opening and closing rapidly like he can’t decide what to say. “Right. I’m done. Done done. I won’t be there when you get home. If you even bother to come home. I’m sure Hannah would love for you to stay at her place or hell, maybe you could bring her to ours? If you haven’t already.” I turn around realizing I’m rambling like an idiot. I don’t know why I thought this time would be different. “Once a player always a player right?” I mumble quickly walking out of the bathroom and down the stairs.

He went home. End of Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen

That was why he had no idea who Gabriella and Henry were—he didn't browse the local Internet. "Are you a permanent resident?" Robin shook his head. "We're planning to return to Chatan this year. Unless things change, we plan to stay there." "Why? Aren't things good in Moreland? Why do you want to come back?" Robin thought about it for a moment and said, "It's not that it's bad. My parents just feel that we can't forget our roots. I'm also about to graduate. So we just decided to go back." "It's good to go back. Chatan's been developing pretty fast lately."