Home Again Book Novels & Stories

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

He is taciturn and rather intimidating at times, but never loudly yells or gets angry at others. But more than all the bad habits of Macken and Katherine, the two of them always care and take care of every employee at the restaurant. Both of them always bring a warm family atmosphere to everyone, so this place becomes a true home for any diners. The dishes are made with the genuine feelings and love they have for each other. That's the special thing about Home Sweet Home - a value that no other restaurant in Queens, New York can bring to diners, restaurant staff, and the people here.

Julia The traffic picks up as we get further downtown, but it's still not long before Riley announces that we are home. Home, not his home, just home, and I am not sure what to make of it. This is his home, not ours... wait, this is the Royal Towers Hotel. It's one of the biggest buildings downtown and one of the most expensive. Only the richest of the rich stay here because of the stinkingly high price tag. What are we doing here? This can't be where he lives, surely.

Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is coincidental. Cover Art by Shannon Nemechek Marie Lavender © 2013, second edition published 2020, third edition published 2022. GoodNovel edition published 2025. Upon Your Return Book One of the Heiresses in Love Series Marie Lavender Dedication To the one I love – without you, this book might still be a work in progress. I will always be thankful for the chain of events that brought us together. Fate often guides two soul mates in the right direction to find each other.

Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

"You said you're moving right, that's not a problem. Ah-ah, let me finish what I'm saying. I know that right now, you're indefinitely upset and angry and you feel like they're making a huge mistake taking us away from each other but it might not be so. I know I know I'm going to miss you a whole lot but it's a good thing. See, you'll make new friends when you go to your new school and everyone is going to love you because you are tea. You're a very amazing girl and everyone is going to love you, everyone is going to want to be your friend but we will still be bestest friends. You're going to have your parents with you and I know you hate them right now but you'll find yourself loving them al

I whispered, searching his eyes for the answer. "A year is there, baby. We're still taking small steps, but I'm telling you first." He flicked my nose. "No more hiding, no more angry dad telling me to stay away from you, no more nightmares of this house. This is not your home." "Kabir." He needed to stop before I started crying. And as I said it, tears bubbled at the corner of my eye. I was happy. "What is my home?" I asked. "My home is you." He chuckled at my glassy eyes. "Our apartment. I call it home whenever I'm in work. Like when will I go home and see my bookworm? Is bookworm at home? Is bookworm cooking or writing?"

BACK HOME: A MOMENT BETWEEN THE SISTERS Jade slipped in through the front door. Familiarly, the wood let out a creaking sound, a comforting sound in itself; inviting silence inside. The silent warmth of the living room greeted her. The house was alive again after the strange, tightly kept quiet of the last days; soft light poured on its walls from the lamp. Jayla sat cross-legged on the sofa, her legs tucked under her, a forgotten book in her lap. She looked up only as Jade came in, and in that moment, the eyes softened into a smile. "You're back," she said. "How was the exhibition?

He was successful in finding me, and bringing me home. Home is not a place. Home is not a house or an apartment, or any kind of building. Home is a person. Home is where you belong with someone more than you belong in any space or location. I may not have a place to lay my head anymore or a building full of belongings and memories, but I have a person who needs me, a person who calls me home, too. How can I stay here, even in the warmth of my parents’ embrace, something I never thought I’d feel again, and not go back to him?

At least plenty to get me a few books for now and maybe some new clothes as I wanted. Once I got home from my shopping trip I found my mother in the living room, drinking again. I poured myself a drink and sat next to her, It was strange for me to be home again, this house didn't feel like my home. I wondered if any place even would feel like a real home to me, but for the years I had to count down until I was eighteen I knew no place would feel like home.