Home Again A Novel Novels & Stories

Community Home for the homeless might be bad but there's nothing worse than this. I closed the book, letting out a sigh as I placed my hand on my forehead. Community home for the homeless was the name of the orphanage? I needed to go back there and trace the original background of Jasmine Winter.

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?

Or a snare? For a second, I think of just getting rid of the message. But then I remember the nights I've spent alone in this dirty hotel room, and I realize I have nothing left. I don't have any family, any money, or anything else. All I have is my pride, and even that is starting to feel like a burden. I brush my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath as the phone vibrates again. Another email came from the same address. "The layout is easy. You can stay here if you give me your company. No strings attached. "Please respond if you're willing, and we'll talk about the details."

- Darius stepped out of the shower, taking his towel from the hanger drying his wet skin, he moved in front of the mirror staring into it, he couldn't remember the last time he felt at home, many people would kill to live in a mansion but no one truly knows how lonely and empty one could be, sometimes the best company is yourself but people are what makes a home, unfortunately, the people who lived here didn't know the first thing about a home or family. End Of Chapter 9: Broken & Home -

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.

he remarked, a sense of belonging settling in as they made their way through the familiar streets. Driving through the city, memories flooded back—places they had visited, experiences they had shared. "It's like we never left," Gia exclaimed, her eyes taking in the sights of Nairobi's lively streets. "Kenya always feels like home," Deep replied, a smile tugging at his lips. Arriving at their house, they were greeted by familiar faces—neighbors excitedly waving and welcoming them back. The warmth of their homecoming enveloped them as they stepped through their front door. The scent of their familiar surroundings and the coziness of their own space brought a sense of comfort.

' "There's nothing here for you come home with me. Your family is back home" Told you so. Newyork was never a home to me. Newyork was Cain's home not mine. Cain was the golden child in the family and I realized that there was no room for me and my cousin so one of us had to back out and I gladly did. I left him everything, my position in Power Corp, my father's love, my home. Why would I want to go back? LA was my home. "We've been over this", I stood up clearly frustrated.

While waiting, she looks outside from her window and her chest falls, a sense of calm and joy wash over her. Home. She’s back in the states now. The place where she was born. So many bittersweet moments, mostly are bitter but no matter where she goes, here is always better. This is where her family lives and she has missed them dearly. Tis’ was the only thing that gave her the will to return. “Welcome home, Alice Marie Hall.” She whispered to herself. A heavy sigh left her dainty lips, a perfect reflection of the battle she is having inside her chest.

I ask before I can stop myself. "Dunno bro. Where's home? Home is nowhere but here " Stan says and beats his chest. "Trace and the unborn child, that's home. " I nod in agreement. I believe Stan. Home is not a house with an address. It is the people we love and care about. Stan has his home with Trace and the baby. The silence in the room is deafening. I wonder if I would ever boast of having a home in the future. For now, I know I do not have one.

He couldn’t begin to imagine what she was feeling right now, but from the way her eyes sparkled, he could tell that she was happy to be back home. When they finally arrived at the mansion, Celene’s heart started pounding with nerves. This place used to be her home, but now it felt foreign and unfamiliar. She took deep breaths and listened as Noah spoke into the intercom. After a few moments, the gate opened and he drove through, stopping in front of the main house before he got off.