Home Again A Novel Novels & Stories

Isabella's POV. Coming back home felt strange after everything that had happened in India. The fear, the surgery, and the quiet miracle of waking up again. The house seemed almost too still and I paused by the front door, just breathing in the familiar scent of vanilla. “Welcome home Mrs Westwood” Declan said as he squeezed my hand in his and I smiled at him though my smile trembled at the corner of my lips. “It feels like a lifetime ago that I just walked through this door,” I said.

The whole improbable generous beautiful math of a life that started in a catering uniform and a folder marked Destroy Him and ended up here, in a car on a Montana highway, holding hands in the dark. Going home. Always, finally, going home.

Back then, Ruby was always dreaming about the capital city of Norcrown. "Silas, if our company ever really makes it big, let's move our headquarters to Norcrown! But I've heard office space in the financial district costs a fortune… When the time comes, let's rent an entire floor and make it grand! How does that sound?" I was still lost in thought when the car stopped in front of an estate in the heart of the city. The moment I walked in, the smell of home-cooked food greeted me. My mom ran out of the kitchen, her eyes red, and she gave me a big hug. "Silas! You're finally home! Look how thin you've gotten! Just how much have you been through out there?!"

I returned home to Azurea alone. My mother opened the door. The moment she saw that there was no one behind me, a look of quiet heartbreak flashed across her face. My father sat on the sofa, his back straight as always, but there was a deep exhaustion in the way he held himself. I could not help but recall what they said to me five years ago. And now I was back–like a soldier who lost the battle and fled home. I turned my phone on and off again. The unread messages and missed calls from Clara Miller almost flooded the screen.

But far more people wrote long reviews about the warmth of Hollow Creek and its people. From then on, more and more young people stayed. The older residents also began running small businesses. Owen and I finally realized our dream. Later, Hollow Creek was handed to younger people to manage. Owen and I became financially free from the dividends of our investment in Hollow Creek. We traveled the world. We chased the northern lights in Ice Island. We skied in Swizzy. But in the end, we always returned to Hollow Creek. That was the place our hearts recognized as home.

I mutter. Because the worst part isn’t Pierre. It isn’t even the heartbreak. It’s the fact that I want to go home so badly my bones ache with it. I miss stupid things suddenly. My apartment. Convenience store ramen. My phone charger that only worked at a certain angle. My mom yelling at me for forgetting laundry in the washing machine. God. I wanna get out of this novel. My throat tightens painfully. I press the heel of my palm against my mouth before another sob escapes. “Fuck,” I whisper brokenly.

Gia said, gesturing to her belly, which nearly overshadowed her petite frame. “We’re living in a house now, even if it’s not one I’d call my favourite.” “That’s not what I mean. I’m talking about a home where we can stay forever.” Raven finished his tea and leaned back against the bench. “When I think of home, I always remember Sweden. But you know we can’t go back there… Don’t apologize!” Raven cut her off as Gia opened her mouth to speak. He knew exactly what she wanted to say. “I’m not saying I want to go back there. To me, the meaning of ‘home’ has changed.”

The road stretched out before and behind Faith. The miles she'd already covered swept behind her like a wedding train. The miles left to cover spread before her as far as the eyes could see. Faith Donovan was going home. After all the tears and sorrow, she was returning to the one place where she felt most comfortable. It was true what they said after all. There is no place like home. It'll be a bit of a shock for everyone to see her come home in her pearly white car and her fancy new dresses. Someone might just keel over and die from shock.

Hennesy I know coming back home is the last thing I want to do right now but I have no other choice but to be here, after wasting yesterday night at the Casino and having a random one-night stand with a stranger, I know it's time to come home and explain what happened at the congress to my father even though I know that nothing I say would make sense to him cause probably that manipulative stepmother of mine has filled his brain with useless thought about me,

Anna returns to her familiar home that has been separated for many years, her beloved home, no matter how many years she is away, the feeling of familiarity is always present in Anna's heart, sleeping in the room. The warmth in England is not as good as sleeping in a familiar bed at home. It is true that no matter where you go, it is not as good as your familiar home, no matter how tired you are outside, when you return home, you don't need to try to do anything, just go home. At home, all negative things are let go, home is the only private territory that protects us unconditionally. No one can damage that house, and nothing in the world can replace that familiar little house. "I asked the