Home Again Book Novels & Stories

"Finish this one, then take a break. You've studied enough today." Mom rested her chin in her hand and watched Sadie work. Her eyes held the kind of pride and warmth I hadn't gotten from her in forever. Then someone knocked. Mom's whole body relaxed, like she'd finally released a breath. "Vienna's back," Sadie said, smiling. "She came home to say sorry." Mom stayed in her chair. She just tipped her chin at the door. "Don't you have a key? Open it yourself." Nothing. A few seconds passed. Mom frowned and called again.

So, so dirty. "I will take care of you, babygirl." He tells me but he is lying. Everyone says that but nobody does so. My own parents does not. Why would he? "I want to go home." I tell him, boldly, despite the slight tremor in my voice. Now that I said it out loud, I remembered that I do not know what a home is. I am not even sure if I have a home. I read in a book that the home is where heart is. But my heart is nowhere except with me.

"You and your son may go home." Eden thanked the lady happily and stood, Dean following. "Ready, Cailen?" Eden asked, holding out her hand to him. Cailen hesitated for only a second then reached out and took her hand, hoping off the chair and allowing himself to be led away. The three of them were all smiles all the way home. Cailen feeling like he could fly. He had a family. He was going home. His home, his family. He couldn't believe it.

The journey back home—though the meaning of ‘home’ had somehow shifted for me—was smooth. I had completely leaned on Rowan, trying to get as much sleep as I could before we got home. Home. The words still felt so foreign, that somewhere so far, where they were likely only a small percentage of people like me, was a place my heart had claimed as home. However, there was no fear this time; the Florida sun shone down on me with a vengeance. I welcomed it in, my heart merry that I was back to where I belonged and just fit right.

“Home sweet home.” Greta dumps her hand luggage in the center of the Tarry shack as I walk in behind her and gaze around the much-missed home of ours. Glad to be back here even though we were not gone all that long, not even far, and yet it feels like we went to another planet. That it’s been months instead of one. It’s the warmest and most relaxing breath of fresh air to walk in here, letting all my stresses go and basking in the feel of familiar safety.

Hello Guys!!! ❤️❤️💜 That is the end of Ramon and Camilla. Sorry the updates were so slow but I took a lot of time working on this book. Hope you all loved reading the first book and the sequel. Thank-you for reading both the two books, 60 Days and The Return. I can't thank you enough for the reads and support you have shown. I have a new book coming up soon, TAMING TERRA. Please check it out. I will be posting it soon on goodnovel, the edited version.

I looked at that line. Then beneath it. The compound holds people the way good homes hold people. Not containing them. Keeping them. And beneath that, smaller, the thing I had been circling all evening without letting myself write: I understand now why he was worth coming back for. I looked at that line for a long time. Then I closed the notebook. I turned off the lamp. In the dark, with the sounds of the compound settling around me unfamiliar and somehow already not frightening, I lay still and let myself admit, for exactly thirty seconds, that I felt something close to at home.

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.

Thomas stood quietly in the middle of it all. Watching. Listening. The laughter. The teasing. The warmth. None of it felt familiar. Yet none of it felt foreign either. He couldn't explain it. Then Peanut appeared beside him again. She slipped her tiny hand into his. Without looking. Without asking. Simply because... that's where it belonged. Thomas looked down. Then gently squeezed her hand back. A strange peace settled inside him. Maybe... Home wasn't a place you remembered. Maybe... Home was simply the place where people kept making room for you— even after you forgot yourself. To Be Continued...

Eight in that moment, I just had to back in the knowledge of my return, and the joy of being back home. Home. I had never thought Moongrowl would end up being such a place to me, but I had found reasons worth living for in it. As my mother would say, “Home is where the heart is”. It made a whole more sense now. I finally understood my place in the world, and the people that made living worth it. —