Home And Away Novels & Stories

After making sure the house is assassin-proof, Charlie begins cleaning. Two hours of dancing to High Hopes by Panic! At the disco—on repeat—Charlie was able to clean the house to her satisfaction. The microwave no longer have tiny cobwebs connecting it to the kitchen wall, the bathroom now looked like a human being uses it and her closet no longer looked like a lumberjacked lion's mane. Charlie groans as she falls on her bed, "Ugh! My arms are about to fall off!" She can feel the water from her hair soaking the cream colored duvet underneath her. This makes her jump off and into her closet where she pulls off her bath robe and change into her bear-themed pyjamas set.

She fell in love with how he called her his home, How his steps danced on the voice of her soul, How bare he was as if his skin was hers to own, She fell, as if this universe held only him alone, She drowned deeper as he made her waltz on his songs, How he loved her as she was last to ever be adored, With all his life, how he held her so close, As if he was the last to save her from this world of storms, So she pleaded, On his heart, his love, As long as he would open the door, She would be there to welcome him home. She would be the one to embrace him as her own.

I've never been so happy to have made the decision to have hot water at the house, as I am now. Once the fire was going well, I grabbed a towel and cleaned up the water on the floor, and then tossed it into the washer as well. The main road and the nearest campsites are almost 10 miles away as the crow flies. She must’ve been walking for hours and probably hasn’t eaten. I’ll ask her when she comes back out.

A call from home came through. "Adam, dinner's ready. Could you pick up some yam on your way back?" "Sure, Mom." My steps grew lighter, my pace quickened, and I jogged into the subway station. It felt as if I could already smell the aroma of dinner waiting at home. After taking so many detours for over a decade, I finally reached the end of my dream path. Now… I truly had a home.

My name is Flo, I am 23 years old living in central London, England. I have lived here all my life but with how the world is turning out I have been forced to make a decision whether to stay or leave. This was my home for a long time, but I have nothing left here, no friends, no family, Everything swept away within the space of a couple Months.

It took me three whole days to finally move all my things out of Cicio’s house. I was in the middle of packing into the car when he suddenly came home. The housekeeper was a very sweet woman called Anna. Seeing Cicio's appearance, she hurried to him. “Don Russo, please, will you talk some sense into our Dani! Couples fight and cold-shoulder each other all the time, and it's supposed to be temporary! I mean, it’s not like you're really breaking up!”

It is the last day of my overseas assignment. I suddenly see my girlfriend Stella Leach's Instagram story, which she deletes almost immediately. It shows a private room in a restaurant at the hotel, packed with familiar friends. Its caption says, "Waiting for tonight's guest of honor!" I figure she realizes I changed my flight to an earlier date and is planning a surprise for me. I follow the location tag and rush inside, but the moment I open the door, all the laughter in the private room cuts off. Michael Soden, my childhood friend, is the first to snap out of it. "Welcome back, Henry! We've been waiting so long for you!" Everyone ushers me to take a seat, taking turns proposing toasts

I'm an avid outdoorsman, while my wife, Gabrielle Jensen, is a homebody through and through. Every time I invite her to outdoor activities like hiking, running, and swimming, she turns me down. "I hate exercising," she says. Later, someone starts an online trend of showing how lazy their girlfriend can be. I film Gabrielle being a couch potato and post it to join the trend. Everyone comments saying how she's a true lazy introvert. Then, one comment catches my eye and freezes me in place. "Isn't that the old pool queen Gabrielle Jensen? She and Caleb Fisher made quite the swimming duo back then. Their relay team brought home more than a few trophies for our school. "They were the golden

**Homecoming** The familiar scent of home—the faint aroma of Claire’s lavender candles, the comforting smell of old wood, and the lingering hint of last night’s rain—filled the air as the Hayes family finally stepped through their front door. Despite the exhaustion from the relentless chase and the constant threat looming over them, the warmth of their home brought a fleeting sense of safety. For the first time in what felt like ages, they were back where they belonged. But the sanctuary of their home was tempered by the reality of the battles still ahead.

Every penny I had saved had gone straight to Amy. The villa she lived in, her sports car, and the 30-carat ruby around her neck had all been paid for with my savings. Everything reminded me that I was no longer worthy of his love. Ms. Murphy sighed, cupping my face gently. "You do realize Wolfen Kingdom is a major city, right? You can't show up looking like this. It'd be an embarrassment to me! Come on, we're going shopping." For years, I had been drowning in Lucas' love, forgetting myself in the process.