Going Home Steel Novel Novels & Stories

She was nothing more than a thief who had stolen someone else's destiny. Then, a month ago, Alyssa suddenly returned. The news was like a stone dropped into still water, shattering the fragile dream Yuliana had lived in for three years. Since Alyssa's return, Charlie had been spending less and less time at home. Deep down, Yuliana knew it was time to return the title of Mrs. Zimmer—a title she held in name only—to its rightful owner. By letting go, she gave them a chance at happiness and found her own peace.

"She only woke up when I arrived. So, while I waited, I looked around the house, all the way to the back." "All the way to the back?" "Yes. You remember, when we were little, we loved exploring, going into abandoned houses and gardens. I guess my sense of adventure never goes away." "But the door must be locked, right? We still won't be able to get in." Janus grinned. "The door is quite old, and the lock is broken. Just a little push will open it. They must feel safe, so they never check there, since the door faces the river."

But by then, I had already let go of everything. My form had gone completely transparent, ready for the next chapter. Ahead of me lay a path bright and open. My passion would never fade, my devotion would outlive even after my final breath.

Only mine was missing. In my past life, I'd signed right here, moved to tears by his so-called sacrifice. Then he'd kicked me straight into prison. I raised my head and looked at Gabriel's face, so full of manufactured concern. "Let's talk about this at home. I'm dizzy." Wild joy flashed in Gabriel's eyes before he masked it. "Of course, of course. Let's go home. I'll make you some tea." We returned to our temporary apartment. Gabriel bustled around, fetching my slippers and draping a blanket over my shoulders.

Jeremy gave me the latest updates on Walter and Isabel. Walter had made many enemies when he was still a son of the Gray family. After losing the family's protection, he led a miserable life. He couldn't find a job, and someone plotted against him, leading to both of his legs getting broken. He had no choice but to beg on the streets to survive. In the end, he couldn't take it anymore, so he jumped into the river to end his life. After getting shipped abroad, Isabel lived very cautiously. She was constantly worried that the people around her had been sent by the Gray family to deal with her. Nevertheless, she ended up falling into a trap set up by the Gray family anyway.

"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.

"Let's go home." End of Chapter 215

The massive steel gates of the Nest opened before us with a deep, otherworldly rumble. The sulfurous warmth and familiar, vibrating energy spilling from the mountain’s belly washed over me like a long-awaited embrace. But this homecoming was nothing like I had imagined. There was no triumph, no celebration.

Hunter gazes out the window as the remains of Grant Manor cool, steam rising from the mostly fallen and scorched structure as the fire department works to put out the remaining flames. There's no way we can return there. Where does he mean when he says "home" ? Grant Manor was finally starting to feel like home with Livy and Hunter, my family right before everything changed and I learned the dark truth about who he is at night. Would the first home I found since leaving my marriage still be a smoldering ruin if I hadn't followed my ex-husband down to the party below? Would we all be better off pretending nothing was different about our little family?

I was about to read one, 'Home coming' by Yaa Gyasi. I was a bit depressed, because the year was gradually coming to an end. Christmas was fast approaching. And I dreaded it, as misfortunes happen to me few days to Christmas. I shuddered at the fear of what might happen this time around. Last year my wedding engagement was cancelled few days to Christmas. A year ago I lost my job few days to christmas, two years ago I almost got raped few days to christmas by a thug in the car park, thank God I was saved before he penetrated into me. I marked that day as a day I won't ever forget. Three years ago I was in a coma few days to christmas because my Fiance smashed a bottle of wine on my head. My