Home Alone Tropes Novels & Stories

Their parental love is what made Bruna a beautiful girl with such a beautiful big heart. I leave her house and immediately feel so empty. Being not on good terms with my aunt sucks. I wonder what I'm going to do for the rest of today. I feel so bored and so down. I have the night off tonight but that isn't reason enough for me to be happy. I'll just chill in my crib, put on some pyjamas and watch a horror film alone. Yes, alone. Troy is not going to be around. He's always hanging out with Jenna these days, and I'm a bit jealous. I wish they didn't spend as much time together. I get home and I pull on some pyjamas. I go to the kitchen and pour myself some popcorn in a bowl. I set the bowl on

And now he was playing happy couple with her. I spent most of the day hiding in my room. Every laugh from downstairs felt like a knife. Every time I pictured his hands on Sophia my blood boiled hotter. By evening the house filled with loud music and strangers. I could hear people dancing and shouting downstairs. The kind of chaos I hated.

The family cowered, trembling, as the squad moved on. Another apartment. Empty. Another. Empty again. Each door slammed open, but each revealed only tenants, old furniture, and fear. Frustration simmered. “This is bullshit,” one growled. “Cross cleaned house before we even got here.” Another spat on the floor. “And we get the blame. Always us, never him.” The Empty Nest On the top floor, they finally found something. An apartment stripped bare except for scorched hard drives in the sink, ash on the counter where paper had burned, and a shattered laptop on the floor.

In my spare time, I signed up for a blog under a fake name and wrote random musings no one would ever read. Having all these was enough for me. … Graduation season arrived as scheduled. While everyone else had family to help them move out, I hauled my peeling suitcase and headed straight for the neighborhood slums. The little money I had was only enough for a dark, dank basement. The landlady, Isabella Donati, looked like a sharp-tongued old crone. To save 50 dollars on rent, I took over the snow shoveling and trash removal for the entire run-down apartment building.

My mother was all alone, and she had no one to rely on. So, we lived alone in a tiny apartment. It was dark and cramped, and everything inside was old and worn. The walls were thin, and we could hear our neighbors arguing or playing loud music late into the night. It was never a place that felt like home, not to me. Home should be warm, safe, and filled with love. But our apartment was just four walls that trapped us both inside.

"Our parents like to visit remote islands for vacations. Right now, they're on one." "Really?" Hailey dropped her head in disappointment. "Yeah." Chloe sighed and put on a sad expression. "I miss them too, Sis. The house always feels lonely and boring whenever they're out of town." "Huh?" Hailey looked up and blinked. "Chloe, do you live alone?" "Yes, Sis." Chloe's shoulders dropped. "The servants are around but they're always in their quarters. I have to sleep alone in that big scary building at night."

The first thing that I thought of when I moved into my apartment to live independently was that it sucks to come home and feel alone. I had watched countless movies where the lead would scream ‘Honey, I’m home!’ and not get a response back because they lived alone. I’ve always thought it was sad and depressing whenever a character in a book or a film does that. And so, when I first felt the power of loneliness on my first week of solitude in my apartment, I went out and changed it. I didn’t like being alone, but I also didn’t want some other person inside the apartment with me.

I asked, unable to mask my utter disbelief. "Yes, he does. Every member of the Callahan family has their own living room," she replied smoothly, as if she were describing something as mundane as having a personal toothbrush. I swallowed a scoff. Was that even necessary? A cold prickle of judgment replaced my awe. Why couldn't they just have one normal living room where they could actually sit together, share a bowl of popcorn, and fight over the TV remote? This wasn't a home, it was a collection of high-end quarantine zones. I'd bet all my future paychecks that these people were total strangers under the same roof.

They started showing up at our house every single day, arms full of bags and gifts. In the meantime, my dad and I used Jacob as bait, playing him to destabilize Chloe. Every time she tried to use him to meddle, she ended up undermining her own parents’ plans. Then, one day, a call came through to my dad’s office. Following that, Jacob was officially fired. The call had been orchestrated by my dad’s assistant, who’d been discreetly monitoring my mom and sister’s movements at the company. That’s when my mom and sister finally snapped—they both stormed out of the house.