Home Again Book Novels & Stories

At the very least, not now. Two days after I was discharged, Aiden finally came home. Chloe was sent to her grandmother's house. I was sitting alone at the dining table, eating a bowl of plain noodles. He walked in, took off his coat, changed his shoes, and glanced at me. His voice was indifferent as he said he was out of town for a conference the past two days. I kept my head down, focusing on my noodles, and didn't bother responding.

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

The dining hall was grand, with long tables set for a feast, and I knew, without a doubt, that my babies and I were finally home, and best of all we had our mate and chosen family with us here. ____________________ This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and KindleVella.

I was out in some hours and I returned home to my family. THE END?

She was home. Finally, completely, joyfully home. --- **THE END**

“Wanna go again?” END OF BOOK TWO

We had not just survived our story. *** The homecoming was not a fanfare, but a quiet, profound reintegration. Arthur moved back into the house, and the silence that had been so oppressive was now filled with the comfortable, familiar sounds of our life together—the rustle of his newspaper, the clink of his coffee cup, the soft hum of his presence in the next room. The peace felt deeper now, hard-won and infinitely more precious.

We’d planned our next path more wisely and carefully, tracking the path from one town to another so to ensure we had enough time to walk during the day and find somewhere to eat and rest for the nights. We’d ended up staying at The old lantern in for just over a week, more because of the weather forecast, it had said the snow would completely stop and the sun would be out meaning spring was definitely on its way. The day before we leave I remember Flos book in my bag and take the opportunity to have a look through it. It was a book inside a book, it looked as though she’d already filled one so had bought another to carry on her story. The fist part of the book brought me to tears, with the w

"You're going back home." What?!