Home Again Book Novels & Stories

"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

They stood in the hallway of the apartment that was theirs, with the books on the north wall shelves and the second desk and the field guide and the scarf in the drawer and all of it accumulated around them, eighteen months of it, and Daniel turned on the lights — not because it was dark, but because the gesture felt right, the apartment receiving them in its full illumination — and looked at Adrian looking at the apartment the way he had looked at it from the beginning: with the recognition of the right place. "We're home," Daniel said. Adrian looked at him. The full expression. Everything. "We're home," he said. End of Chapter Sixty-Five

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This is the normal I've been searching for all these years. I'm finally with my own kind, loved beyond measure. Home. **** END

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

Emily Larson's shrill voice echoed through the banquet hall. "This meatball dish is something I paid a fortune to learn from a master chef at a five-star hotel. It's a perfect harmony between meat and vegetables. The broth is rich and fragrant, and its plating exquisite. How could the clients possibly be unhappy?" Hearing that familiar voice of my nemesis, I snapped fully awake and realized that I had been reborn. Her voice drew the other colleagues, who quickly gathered around.

I had no idea how I even got home. I opened the door to find Roddy still on the couch. Staring at my ashen complexion, he sneered, “I told you not to go. You’re only embarrassing yourself.” The remark was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I took large strides over and stood before him. “Roddy.” My voice was terrifyingly still. “Your good neighbor said that they won’t return the money you so willingly gave. She dares you to ask for the money back yourself.”