Home Front By Kristin Hannah Novels & Stories

Grace was now pulled into the conversation with Hannah and even had her legs crossed together while facing her. "What are you thinking Hannah?" Grace asked. "Well," Hannah swallowed. "What if WE got married and bought a house? I know we just met, but, What if?" Hannah asked. Grace's eyes went wide. "Are you serious?" Suddenly Hannah's offer didn't seem so crazy. Last night Grace learned that Hannah was a medic in the military and had been deployed to a few countries overseas. She also learned that Hannah lived her life honorably, as well as traveled as much as she could.

Daddy took me and ran through the wall, locking it just when the male with red eyes aimed his sword at us. He sprinted for a long time, holding me close and crying mom’s name. We came out to a river, he put me in a small boat and after some time I saw our house on the horizon. It was on fire. Mommy won't come back anymore. And I won’t cry.’ I was brought back from this memory by a crying Jocelyn. “Oh my G-god, Sky, y-you were scream-ming. I came in here, and, and you were on the floor.” She stuttered. I cut her off, raising a hand.

“ It might seem like that sometimes, but like I said before, life is more about how you react to what happened to you. Take those soldiers who went to war and came back a shadow of themselves? Yeah, they'd lost something they'd once treasured, but it's honestly not really what they lost that matters but how they react to what's lost. ” “ Hm… ” Mira thought about the book they'd just finished reading which shook both of them. The book was titled, Home front by a best selling author, Kristin Hannah. The book had been based on a woman who'd gone to war with the dreadful words of, “ I don't love you anymore. ” from her husband.

**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.

Back then, Ruby was always dreaming about the capital city of Norcrown. "Silas, if our company ever really makes it big, let's move our headquarters to Norcrown! But I've heard office space in the financial district costs a fortune… When the time comes, let's rent an entire floor and make it grand! How does that sound?" I was still lost in thought when the car stopped in front of an estate in the heart of the city. The moment I walked in, the smell of home-cooked food greeted me. My mom ran out of the kitchen, her eyes red, and she gave me a big hug. "Silas! You're finally home! Look how thin you've gotten! Just how much have you been through out there?!"

Once I'm convinced enough that we are safe, I head back to the front door and barricade us in before doing the same to the back door then I look around until I manage to find some blankets and want to cry with relief when we see a log fire in the main sitting room and a pile of wooden logs next to it. "Shall we get a fire going" Nina's face lights up in the cutest way as she grabs a blanket that has been thrown over an old chair and wraps it around herself and then, sits where she can see the fire. Once I've got a fire going and Ninas happy I take a moment to actually look around this room. There are newspapers piled up neatly on the kitchen table, old stale bread hanging out of the breadbin

As he approached the kitchen, he heard a banging on the front door and he frowned. If he hadn’t been so heightened in his ability to hear, he wouldn’t have heard the door under this weather. Aside from the fact that it was raining, the walls of the house were soundproofed and the door was made from a thick oak tree as well. He wondered who could be at his door and why they were banging on the door in the rain. There was a front porch that should shield the caller from the rain, but he doubted that that would even be enough in this heavy, and stormy one.

My eyes filling with tears, the things he has had to endure and to be able to get to me here. I tell him the things I’d done to try and get to him but it seemed he knew most of my moves due to my sketchbook that Lisa had salvaged from the bombed hospital. “Your sketch book moved me. I really think you should publish it, there’s so many stories of the soilders that lost their lives, and their families would probably be so grateful to see your drawings and the things they’d said, messages for their loved one.” Carlo says, my face flushed pink. I must admit it would be quite a good idea, I know that if it were me, I’d definitely want to hear what had happened to my children or family out fighti

Her hair was pitch black and it curled right at the end and fell below her D-cup breasts. Her eyes were dark brown and it held scorn deep in them. What was more piercing was what she was wearing. The army camouflage screamed respect and glory. A woman in uniform. "Hey, babe! You left the front door open!" Mario turns back to jam the door behind him, when he looks forward, he gasps. "Jasmine! You're home? I thought I told your ass I'm gonna pick you from the airport?" Mario engulfs this woman—Jasmine—in a tight and long hug.

Hannah’s POV: The drive down to my family's house was a long one. As I arrived, the tall black gates opened up, and I drove across a distance of open field before arriving at the main house's front door—there were several buildings on the estate. I stepped out of the car, and a helper rushed out to help me with my baggage. Before I entered the house and took a deep breath. “I'm going with Hayes; I love him, and we're going to build a life together.” This was the last thing I said before leaving.