His Place Novels & Stories

and he interrupts me and says that " You can tell it's my 'Sukun place' because I find peace here." He asked me, " As you know that we're friends now, I would like to know about you. Tell me what's your favourite place. Or if I say in my style which is your 'Sukun place'?" I like that he also wants to know about me. I feel like equality exists in my friendship with him. As we both are interested in knowing each other. I tell him that, " My home is my favourite place. I find peace at home. Whenever I have any problems my family is always with me to change my mood. If something I don't want to share with my family then conference calls with my school friends or college friends change my mood.

Even though it was dark, the silver engraved symbol of Stone Enterprises was still visible. Surprisingly, there were no guards around. Which, somewhat, was comforting. It was as beautiful inside as it was outside. The whole cottage had a warm aura around it. I looked at the fireplace, at the crackling fire. This whole place was just where I wanted to be. For a moment, I forgot everything that had happened today. Everything. Ace had known this would comfort me. I really didn't know why I judged him wrong. He did everything for me. He practically ruined his whole life for me.

Now lying on his side gazing up into the man’s face in a shaky disbelieving voice, he whispered… “Jack.” With a satisfied grin, Ed closed his eyes. ***

7 Years Later Asher : Hurry home ;) Cailen smiled down at his phone before slipping it into the pocket of his winter jacket. He was just getting off his shift at the hospital, having spent the day wrapping up sprained ankles and tending to sore backs from slipping on the icy sidewalks.

I saw how his eyes went to scan me from my head down to my toes. He scratches his hair, "Oh sorry, come in. I forgot to invite." I smiled awkwardly. We went into his place and it's quiet too clean for a man to live in. "My place is not as big as Aaron's house but it's as cozy as their home", he said offering us a sit. "What are we doing here?" I faced and asked him. "This is Psalm" he stretches his arms and points at Psalm "And?" With raised eyebrows. "you two can date."

Mason let go of the hold and stood up, leaning to offer his hand to help the man up. Okay, this guy is too much. "Good match. Here let me help you set that shoulder back into place." Mason offered. The man raised an eyebrow, a bit confused but took Mason's hand getting up. "Umm, sure, kid." the man said gruffly. Mason nodded, and with a swift movement he set, the man's shoulder. "There you go, mate. Have a good night." Mason said politely before getting out of the square.

“This is my last warning. Don’t come looking for me again!” Thayer paid no attention to my warning. A confident, almost triumphant smile spread across his face. “Stop pretending. You’re just scared. You’ve lived in my shadow since we were kids—of course you envied me. Wanting to replace me is only natural.” He paused briefly, then stepped closer, leaning in to speak into my ear. “Too bad. Someone who steals another man’s spot is always driven out in the end. I’ll wait right here. “When I see Isolde, I’ll explain everything to her. She’ll definitely forgive me.

Locked in place. Following. The same way it always did. And this time— He knows for a fact— He didn’t imagine it.

His eyes settle on Irena and when he sees she is okay he heads straight for me. He checks my body too for any sign of me being hurt and when he sees I am not, he breathes a sigh of relief. I feel my feet go off the floor before I realise that he intended to carry me. He does not say anything till we are infront of his penthouse where he sets me back on the floor. And I immediately miss the feeling of being in his arms. He places his forehead on mine, well as close on my forehead as it could get with his mask on.

Beside her, Eiji had built three peas into what he claimed was a fortress and was currently arguing with the concept of symmetry on behalf of dragons. Louie occupied the corner seat by the window with one leg folded beneath him and a book half-open beside his plate. His expression carried the long-suffering neutrality of an older boy who had already accepted that every meal in this house now involved at least one emotional incident and one completely stupid one.