Home And Away Novels & Stories

But here I am, in this big house, at the mercy of a stranger. I pause at the window and see my own reflection. My face is pallid and my eyes are tired. I don't know who I am anymore. My phone vibrating on the nightstand wakes me up from my thoughts. I reach for it, and my heart skips a beat when I see the message. It's from Charles. "The clothing allowance has been moved." In the morning, more information. I stare at the message for a long time, and my chest gets tight. I didn't want clothes. I didn't ask for anything.

Setting: Evening. The Ajayi family home. A pristine, overly curated house where everything is in place, but nothing feels lived in. The walls are lined with gold-trimmed photo frames — most of Imani in various pageants and social events — a shrine to a perfectly manufactured life. The smell of lavender polish and stale silence lingers in the air.

At the end of the counter is doorway that leads to a little laundry mud room on the right to the left is a small bathroom with a toilet sink and a small shower, and straight in front of that doorway is the back door that shows there’s a garage and a huge tree in the big backyard. I’m honestly happy my parents got a house on the outside of town this time. We still have a few neighbors, but we can’t even see them unless we are walking down the road a while, The closest house I saw was across the road and not even a quarter mile down. It’ll help when we have to move again there won’t be people wanting to come over all the time and be good friends with us because we live two houses away from the

I ask and Dels nods enthusiastically. We pull up to the house in my Jeep and I know Dels is going to love it the moment I lay eyes on it. There's a huge porch wrapping around the front with a swing, it has white painted brick and cedar hurricane shutters. Not too big, but it has a few extra rooms for when we decide to start our own little family. I look at Dels and she's all smiles. The realtor brings us inside and I can tell that Dels loves it as much as I do and if she's happy, I'm happy.

“I’ll get the food ready. Maki-chan, Kenta, come help. Akiko, you can show them the rooms that they will be using.” “Yes. Leave it to me!” Aki-chan saluted and so did the other two kids. While they ran off head towards the kitchen, Aki-chan, still being carried by me, verbally guided us to our rooms which were right next to each other. Once Hiro-san had gone and left his backpack in his room, he came over to mine. “It’s a really big traditional house.” “It’s ancestral property. It’s been in the family for over two centuries.” “I didn’t know they were so well-off.”

Rebecca squealed, “well, not built, but remodeled.” “Is this?” Ivy looked at her mother. She nodded causing Ivy to smile big as she jumped up and hugged each of them. “Thank you. Thank you,” she kissed her father on the cheek before sitting down beside me. “It’s their first house. It’s on the other side of the land.” She shuffled through some papers and handed me the one that laid out the land.

Sky was stunned. 'Our? my home? my own home?', Sky couldn't speak for a while. "Yes, it is our home", Elliot held her hands gently. "This is so beautiful", Sky had tears in her eyes. Elliot really knew her the best. He knew how Sky longed for her own home where she can feel a sense of belonging. She had always been living under a continuous fear that one day she'd be abandoned by everyone. Elliot knew her darkest nightmare so he wanted to make her feel secure.

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You found the perfect place. He walked to the house, opened the door, and said, "A home away from home." Inside, the house was a nostalgic ode to a bygone era, its decor reminiscent of a cherished past. The furniture was an eclectic mix of worn wooden pieces and floral-patterned upholstery, evoking the elegance of a vintage home. The air was imbued with the comforting scent of aged wood and lavender, a touch of welcoming warmth to the senses. Soft light filtered through lace curtains, casting gentle shadows across the room, adding to the atmosphere of serene timelessness. "If you don’t like it, we can renovate..."

My sister, Nancy Wood, wanted to be the family's only child, so my mother had my name changed and handed my identification documents over to my grandmother. She even told me I had to pay for everything if I wanted to live under their roof. The change and coupons Nancy got from her shopping were the sole source of allowance I'd get. If she saved 30 dollars from her shopping trips, I would get 30 dollars next month. It was the last day for all students to enter their applications for college. I begged my sister to let me use her computer. She extended her hand. "You have to pay me 20 bucks." I fished all the money out of my pocket. I only had 19 dollars. So, I hastily blurted in a panic, "I