Home Alone Movie Book Novels & Stories

Harold was out and I was all alone inside the house. I walked upto the book shelf and checked the books he had in his book shelf. Most of them were of business and some were of Sherlocks books, don't wanna read detective books. There was no romantic books here. In such a big book shelf, there are only detective and business management books. I again thoroughly went through the books and found a yellow color old book, which was neither detectives nor business books. I pulled it out and read the title of the book. PARENTHOOD.

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.

The room is empty. He was alone. In fact, there’s a book faced down on the bed like he was… reading? I’m curious at first, but then, remembering the book hidden in my underwear drawer, the one Beau seems to know by heart, I decide that it’s better not to know what he’s reading. “You’re alone,” I say, because I’m still stuck on that fact. “Am I?” Beau glances behind him at the empty room. “So I am.” “You are hardly ever alone,” I say.

It was just like a hotel room, but with a massive screen on the wall. I took off my shoes and climbed onto the bed. My long legs were splayed on the sheets, and the soles of my feet slightly showed through the white stockings I was wearing. Greg lay down next to me and turned on the screen, putting on the movie. What surprised me even more was that the movie that began playing was a hardcore adult film! A naked man and woman were doing the deed. The woman wouldn't stop screaming loudly in the video, and she sounded a lot like how Mom sounded back at home.

Soon after we have breakfast, Logan leaves for work and I’m left all alone in this huge mansion. I find a few old DVDs and select through them but I don't see anything that catches my interest. “What do I do in this place? It’s so boring” I lament as I walk through the halls of the house, going from one room to the other. I come across a small library of Logan's books. He doesn't look like a reader, I didn't have the slightest idea that he was interested in books. Since I am a lover of books, I decide to go into the library.

He took his bath, changed into a comfortable outfit before walking out of his room to the study room. Aaron suddenly popped out of nowhere with a book with him. "Where did you come from?" Ryan asked looking under the furniture. "I was searching for a book which I think fell under the table. But I saw was this 'hundred ways to kill yourself' book. How come you have such a book in here? Were you planning to kill yourself? You know if you die, mom would hunt your spirit down and even get your spirit married to Mrs Salvador " "Will you stop saying rubbish? The book isn't mine, it's dad's,"

Chey picks up once again and she turns to eye him. "Don't be obvious..." I whisper. "Well, he's obviously creeping so I might be." She shrugs. We grab the shirts and move along, and the man remains staring off into space by the men's shirts. We make our way over to the bookshelves, still guarded, but enthralled at the mark downs on the paper backs. Chey and I have similar tastes so we each take a couple that we both were eyeing, knowing that we will switch off after we've read them. A particular vampire thriller catches my eye, and I grab it last second.

Anthony does the same in the adjoining room. When we’re done, we gravitate to the living room. I curl up on one end of the plush leather sofa while Anthony builds a fire, the crackling flames casting a warm glow over the space. Anthony sits beside me, pulling out a book to read and passing one to me. “The Don’s Unexpected Baby by Amber Row.” How fitting I thought. I lie down, my feet on his lap, getting cozy.“This is nice,” I say softly. “Mmm.” Anthony mutters, turning a page.

I mentally curse at Ethan for being way too kind and forgiving her way too quickly. I was currently sitting alone in the lobby, waiting for Leah to come back. The bright light in the room acted as the perfect reading light as I tried to escape the loneliness by burying myself in Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell. I only brought one book with me on this trip, but one thousand and thirty-seven pages were probably enough to keep me company for the reminder of the trip.

Finally, the place was starting to feel like home. Later that evening, I decided to reward myself for all the effort. I lit some scented candles, turned on my favorite playlist, and settled back on the couch with a good book. The soft glow from the candles and the soothing music created a cozy ambiance. As I read, I felt a deep sense of contentment. The apartment wasn’t just a place to live anymore; it was my sanctuary, a place where I could truly unwind and be myself, far from the abusive tendencies of my soon-to-be ex-husband.