Home Again Book Novels & Stories

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 finally home. The End

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.

And I was finally home. ***THE END***

This time, I was finally going home. (The End)

“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.

I repeated. I'm gonna call him, Azi for now. I get excited every time I go home and saw Azi who is always waiting for me. to come home. He often barked especially when I just arrived from San Albereda University. I smiled as I think of my baby Azi. I am currently inside the library. As usual, I was reading a book. But this time, it's not an educational book. I was reading a novel. A good novel. Safe Haven. Nicholas Sparks wrote the book. All I know is it also has a movie. Maybe I will watch it 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