Home Again Book Novels & Stories

I look at every row of the books. I picked up a few books, ready to take them home with me. My brows shoot up at the sight of the sign ‘New Arrived’. I walked to it with curiosity and randomly picked one. I opened a random page and was shocked to see the same family from the museum. I knit my brows together in confusion. ‘Was this family famous back then?’ My thoughts wander every time I flip the pages and close it, bringing it with me. In the end, I borrowed five books and bought one. I walked back home despite the distance. When I got home Mom was already preparing the table for dinner and scolding me for taking too long. Her nags stopped when we all sat down, food filling our mouths.

"Adrian is the one for you. If you lose that girl Jason, you lose the love of your life. It might just be the greatest mistake you'll ever make. You have to get her back. You have to." 》》Adrian《《 I went to the library to return books that were due about a month ago. "Sorry they're late, it wont happen again," I stated paying my late penalty. "Strike one," the librarian warned. I nodded before walking past shelves that gave shelter to books of all genres, arranged neatly in alphabetical order. I grabbed the book I had been waiting so long for, every time I asked for it, someone had already beat me to it. A Thousand Roads Home. I've read it twice before but I just can never get enough of a goo

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.”

“This is it. My real home. Not the place I stayed when I was trying to forget you. Not the place I used when I was trying to be someone else. This is where I come when I need to remember who I am.” I unbuckled. Stepped out. The air smelled like pine and fresh cut grass. Alice stirred in the back. Cain lifted her out gently. She mumbled something and tucked her face into his shoulder. He carried her like it was the most natural thing in the world. I followed him up the porch steps. The wood creaked under our feet. He unlocked the door. Pushed it open. The inside smelled like him. Like home. Books on the shelves. A worn leather couch. A kitchen that looked used. Not show-ready. Lived in.

"I know you live far away and can't always come back, but I still want to say this. You haven't been home in a year. No matter how busy you are, come back sometimes and spend time with your grandma, all right?" "She's eighty. She only has you." After hanging up, I cleaned myself up and went to the company. I told Marcus, "I'm almost thirty. According to the community's expectations, I need to go home and meet someone." But before I could even say the word breakup, he gave the ring to Hannah and walked away. I booked my flight within minutes. I had found my original purpose again. My dream, I would fulfill it myself. Maybe my eyes were too calm when I looked at him, because Marcus seemed even

Her mother asked, pouting. "Come on, mom, you know I'm happier having you here." "I love you, mother." She told her, hugging her. "I missed home, mother!" She said this, sniffing. Working as the pack’s spy was the most difficult job a person could ever do. When she had signed up for the pack’s spy position, her parents had asked her to think twice before going because it wasn’t easy for them to return home, especially those who got the posts.

Forgot everything but the boy I married and the way he looked at me like I was every corner of his world. But I knew the quiet would return. And when it did... I’d have to decide if love could outrun time. Chapter 123 – Coming Home Harper’s POV Coming home after the honeymoon felt like waking up from a dream. Savannah still clung to my skin—every touch, every kiss, every corner of that Airbnb where Jaxon made me forget everything but us. But the second we pulled into the driveway, real life hit me square in the chest.The porch light was on.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. I’ll Be Home for Christmas (A Thorntons Christmas Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for

But I knew it hadn’t. Over the past three years, the time Cicio Russo spent alone with me had grown shorter and predictably shorter. He would rather stay in the grand study, where he dealt with all his family business, facing those dull shelves with bulky books, than come home to be with me and my everlasting warm company. The meals I reheated again and again, the lights that stayed on night after night—it all felt like they were telling me: He was not coming back. One night, Cicio came home late and paused for a moment when he stepped through the door.