Home Again Book Novels & Stories

In Black Wolf Pack, when a pup was born, the parents would place a moonstone on the Moon Goddess' Altar for safekeeping. Before the pup reached adulthood and underwent their first shift, the moonstone was crafted into a protective amulet to be worn at all times. This granted them the Moon Goddess' protection for the rest of their lives. Before my coming-of-age ceremony, my boyfriend, Steven Payton, personally made protective amulets for my twin sister, Wendy, and me. Wendy's protective amulet was an exquisite gold necklace set with two moonstones. It had a crescent mark engraved on it to symbolize the Moon Goddess' blessing. Mine was a plain gold wolf-bone pendant. I froze. "Steven, wh

I glanced sideways and saw Isabella desperately trying to hide her face behind my shoulder, yet her hand clung to mine with a strength that surprised me. Amid the deafening cheers, I looked at my family in the front row. Their faces were almost ashen. In that moment, I felt no vindication or even hatred. Because at last, in this reckoning 20 years overdue, I'd taken that scarred little girl by the hand and led her home. I finally understood that home wasn't where one was born, but where the love was.

The title was simple, elegant, and deeply personal: Homeward Bound. The artwork depicted a warm, glowing house surrounded by trees, a pathway leading toward an open door. It wasn’t just any house. It was ours. Luca gasped. “Dad, that looks like our home!” Tears blurred my vision as I nodded. “Because it is,” I whispered. I opened the book, flipping through the pages. Each chapter told a piece of our journey, weaving together themes of love, resilience, and chosen family. The final page held the dedication, one I had written months ago but had never read aloud.

She was nothing more than a thief who had stolen someone else's destiny. Then, a month ago, Alyssa suddenly returned. The news was like a stone dropped into still water, shattering the fragile dream Yuliana had lived in for three years. Since Alyssa's return, Charlie had been spending less and less time at home. Deep down, Yuliana knew it was time to return the title of Mrs. Zimmer—a title she held in name only—to its rightful owner. By letting go, she gave them a chance at happiness and found her own peace.

Knowing he wasn’t anywhere near to hear me, I let out a sigh, disappointed. Dusting off the book that I had been holding, I realized that now my mood has been soiled, and I wanted to return home. The book no longer seemed to be worth all of the trouble that it had brought me this morning. With a deep breath, I decided to head home, a basement under maid’s apartment , where I lived.

“Home?” I repeated in question. Home. I lived from one orphanage to another. I didn’t really have a permanent place to stay. I was alone but wasn’t lonely. I didn’t have a shelter of my own but I was home. For eighteen years, wherever I went, I was home. At first, I find it weird being comfortable with a new place at an instant, feeling home, but now I know why. It was because home was following me. Home doesn’t refer to a thing with doors and windows. Home is a person or even a ghost. Sadness slowly crept in my system. I just lost that home. Recently, I discovered that I got myself another home, Grip, but I lost them both right after another.

“I will always come back home. This is were we grew up and I promise this is where I’ll grow old too.” I finish my school abroad and even work there for a while, I lost contact with Asher but I always call Faye, we don’t talk about Asher and Harry when we talk even though I’m curious I choose not to be curious and that’s how I live peacefully here in aboard but when mom told me she wanted to come back home I couldn’t be more happy and came back together with her. She’s finally moved on and she want me to come back home too. She bought a house for herself and I bought an apartment for mine too.

“Yeah. It’s this.” And as the night wrapped around our little house, I realized that even after everything — all the noise, the mess, the love — we were exactly where we were meant to be. Home. Together. And endlessly loved. END OF CHAPTER 112

*********************************** LIAM We just landed back in our quiet home town of South Carolina. Except the airport is anything but quiet right now. Reporters line the baggage claim and taxi area, snapping photos and asking personal questions. "No comment." I reply for the hundredth time, as I grab my duffle bag and sling it over my shoulder.

The important thing is that we're together, and that we're a family. And at long last, we're all home. END OF BOOK SEVEN: THEIR WICKED WEDDING