Homecoming Book Summary Novels & Stories

I put the shirt down and look at the item I had wrapped in the shirt. It was a glass rose; it didn’t have any color it was completely clear but down the steam in gold letters down the stem of the rose said, ‘I’ll always come home Rose’. My father got it for me on my seventh birthday. At the time I was having reoccurring nightmares that he was going on a deployment and then never comes home, my dad stayed with me every night after I would wake up screaming and tell me he would always come home. Ever since he gave me this he has always and only called me Rose, everyone else calls me Ro, but he won’t.

Outside, far beyond the ridge, wolves began to howl. Not rogues. Black Hollow. The pack. Answering something I had not meant to call. The journal’s final words appeared in silver fire. ARC ONE: THE HEIR HAS COME HOME. And beneath the mountain, the Hollow King opened his eyes.

she starts cautiously, "the rumor mill is saying that they are back to finish their senior year with us." Excuse me. "You're kidding." I scoff, grabbing the bottle back from her aggressively and taking a big gulp. If she's not kidding, I'm going to have to find a better way to cope and soon. "I'm not." She smiles, carefully taking the bottle from my hand. "So, here's what's going to happen. We are going back over there to say hi. You might as well bite the bullet and get this reunion over with now. No sense in starting the year off with enemies. This is our senior year, Lilah, we should spend it together with all of our friends. The way we planned since we were in kindergarten. The way that

Can Cortland and Austin move past their differences and begin a family together? AM Sams' slice-of-life drama novel is full of heart, humor, and romance. Coming Home is, at its core, the story of two intertwining families as their current generation makes amends and moves past the grudges of the past. Evenly paced with a couple of well-placed curveballs along the way, the plot keeps you engaged until the end. The characters have well-developed personalities and traits that set them apart from one another. Austin and Cortland's relationship is at the center of the narrative around which the plot revolves. I particularly enjoyed the dynamic between Austin and Cortland with their friends and fa

She was nothing more than a thief who had stolen someone else's destiny. Then, a month ago, Alyssa suddenly returned. The news was like a stone dropped into still water, shattering the fragile dream Yuliana had lived in for three years. Since Alyssa's return, Charlie had been spending less and less time at home. Deep down, Yuliana knew it was time to return the title of Mrs. Zimmer—a title she held in name only—to its rightful owner. By letting go, she gave them a chance at happiness and found her own peace.

Walter sneered, "Alice, you just got lucky latching onto my brother. Sure, he beat me up, but do you actually believe he'd kill me for you?" I came from a somewhat well-to-do family with modest assets, but my parents died when my younger siblings, Damian and Melinda, and I were very young. The three of us were raised by my paternal aunt, Karen Carter, but she and her entire family treated us poorly. We were constantly verbally and physically abused. They had even seized the assets our parents left us. In fact, Aunt Karen's husband, Frank, would constantly try to take liberties with me. It was only out of consideration for Aunt Karen that he never went too far.

Xavier needed me. “It’s all right. I’ll remember them for you.” I gripped his freezing hand tight. “I don’t want anything else. I only want you to live. Let’s go home, okay?” “Okay… Home…” The light in his eyes went out, and his head slumped onto my shoulder. At that moment, the world fell silent. The only person I cared about and the only thing tethering me to this world died quietly in my arms. Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Moon held a grand engagement party for her crush.

“For your homecoming.” The rest of the day flew by in a confused daze, with letters being written, books being read, appointments being made. So much had been done in just a few hours that by the time I was safely ensconced in my car heading back home I could barely remember everything that had been done or said.

"I think I knew that. I think some part of me always knew that and kept building walls anyway because the knowing and the feeling are different things and my feelings have been wrong before and I didn't know how to trust them again." The room was very quiet. "You kept the book," I said. "Eleven words on the last page. Written three years before they were possible." I pressed his fingers "I found it in the study and I held it and I sat with what it meant... that you had been carrying that for that long, that you had documented all of it, that it had been true before you had any reason to act on it." I looked at his face. "And my first response was to put it down and go back to the wedding pla

"Not so much. She just handed this book to me and told me to follow what's in it. Probably contains important information." He looked down at the book and then behind me before slipping his hand into his pocket. "Very well then. We should head back home. It's getting late." Nodding, we both walked towards the main road where my father's car was parked. I spent most of the drive home reading through the pages of the book and digesting every detail. It was going to be a long read, seeing that it was painfully detailed. When we finally got home, my father got a call about a meeting being held at the town hall again. He left without going into the house.