Home Again Book Novels & Stories

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

“ It might seem like that sometimes, but like I said before, life is more about how you react to what happened to you. Take those soldiers who went to war and came back a shadow of themselves? Yeah, they'd lost something they'd once treasured, but it's honestly not really what they lost that matters but how they react to what's lost. ” “ Hm… ” Mira thought about the book they'd just finished reading which shook both of them. The book was titled, Home front by a best selling author, Kristin Hannah. The book had been based on a woman who'd gone to war with the dreadful words of, “ I don't love you anymore. ” from her husband.

Chris asked me; I raised a brow, “About what?” I asked, “Are you still moving back, or will you be heading back to New York?” I sat up and cupped his face, “Chris,” I said, “I’m not going anywhere. The book deal doesn’t change anything; I’m moving back home because I can’t imagine being apart from you any more than I have to.” Chris pulled me into another passionate kiss before we drifted to sleep, holding each other in our arms.

“President Rupert's relationship with Mike breaks societal rules. They have to confront their own identities, desires, and limits. Their journey of self-acceptance is inspiring especially when he had to confess his love for him in front of the nation.” “Wow, you really know much about the book,” I said, trying to hide my own thoughts. Before he could continue, April popped her head over a nearby shelf. “I’m going home now. Don’t stay too long, Arian.” She shot me a pointed look before waving goodbye. After she left, the library felt quieter. Mr Benson had also left. I turned to Kael and let out a weird cough. I think I've discovered enough for one day. “I should head home too. It's getting d

I used to help Mom every once in a while back when I was in school, but at that time, I hated being forced to work instead of just going home and doing whatever my teenage self liked to do. But welcoming people into my mother’s cozy shop is way more fun than I remembered it being. It’s nice to see familiar faces, talk to the customers while they wait for their food, and also get to know tourists and people from all over the world. It astonishes me that they end up visiting such a small place like our hometown, but it’s so exciting to hear their stories. It actually inspires me and gives me some ideas for my book. Which is also something that I restarted writing as soon as I was back from my

But after all I did, after all I have been through, I didn’t even got one! Kahit ilang beses ko ng sinabi sa sarili ko, that this isn’t a world inside a book anymore, I just keep denying it. I keep denying and turning a blind to it because if I did acknowledge that fact. It would just mean that I’m living on a separate world, by that there’s no way I would be back. There’s no way I can return. I can no longer go home. Just like what I have read from the diary entry of Senior Janice. Me and her were like Kassandra, we have a home were we belong, a home we long for.

She broke the silence again but he notices her voice, it was cold, empty, still. "Till summer." "So the bullshit about home was just....bullshit?" She asked and he noticed the slight fire dancing in her eyes but it was gone right away. "Don't curse O'Brian." He warned, eyes narrowed at the beautiful girl beside him. When she didn't say anything he said, "I meant it, I am home." It was just hard to explain to her what his home actually was. "You don't leave home." "Who says I left?" "You did."

I have completed my third book and started typing another mystery book. But everything changed when we came back home. There was something different between us. Aspen has become more open with me. His smiles which were rare before has become so common. Aspen has finally started to cope up with the truth and has started planning on moving to Hometown, which is not easy for him as he has a large pile of work in New York. But he is trying his best. He always goes to the office after giving me breakfast in my room. He is taking care of me as if I'm a three-year-old child. But I don't complain as the smile which appears on his face when he does something for me is the best thing to look at.

"I need to come home and home is where you are." I blush and hide my face in his chest. He is my home too and I cannot bear homelessness. ________________________________________________________________________ In case you guys did not notice, this chapter is in the present tense because everything that happened before was recounted by Rayne and Adrian, but now they're telling us what they're going through step by step. I hope you're enjoying this book so far :)