Homeland Novels & Stories

My fingerprint had never been given a permanent place in Haiden Buckley's smart lock. He always registered it as temporary access. Whenever he set it up again, he gave me the same reassuring promise. "Come by whenever you want. You're always welcome here." His words sounded generous, yet the result never changed. Whenever I returned to his house, the scanner rejected me with the same message—fingerprint not registered. That day was no different. I stood outside Haiden's front door, watching the scanner flash red after rejecting my fingerprint once again. After staring at it for a moment, I pulled out my phone and called him. Haiden answered almost immediately. His apology came easi

I feel warm but there is an agonising sensation by my foot, I open my eyes gradually, the space around me is dark, only a single gas lamp placed beside me, I try to sit up, I see Lisa standing by a hallow window talking to a man, her face looking concerned. I am tucked into a sleeping bag on the bare floor feeling cold and frail, we are located inside some sort of old dingy building, the walls blackened and the floor dirty, a stale and wet smell surround me, “Lisa? Where are we?” I ask, her head spins around from hearing my croaked voice, she races over leaving the man to stand alone coming towards me and crouches down onto her knees, “are you ok? How do you feel? Does your foot hurt?” She p

That gave people a lot to gossip about. “I think this might be the one for Mr. Russo.” “I agree. True love can melt a heart made of stone.” “I wonder where Danielle Genarro is right now.” “She was never meant to be with Mr. Russo. It’s all about money and power. She’s her family’s pawn. Mr. Russo should’ve been with Principessa Kolt all along if the Genarro girl hadn’t shown up and made all this mess.” One day, I was sent by my family for some important errands at the Russo residence, and I accidentally ran into Jessica. She just came out of that once forbidden study to me.

- I got a call from my father when I was in the VIP lounge at the airport, "Come home, Silas. Horizon Capital happens to need a partner in tech. Everything you've studied and learned will be useful here." I gave a quiet hum of agreement into the phone. As the plane climbed into the night sky, I gave the glittering city outside the window one last look. Seven years… To think I had really ended everything… I flew back to Norcrown City overnight. The moment I got off the plane, I received a text from Ruby: [Silas, where are you? Why is the house completely empty?] For the first time, all I could feel was calmness as I looked at that message.

I don't know what to say; I wanted to speak but there are no words coming out from my mouth. "Claire, listen, they probably know by now that Shiloh is missing, so don't leave your place for now. If possible, don't let Theresa go back into their apartment," he told Claire. "What do you mean, Heath?" Claire asked in confusion. "Damien Hansen has deployed his spies in Paris, actually to spy on Shiloh. That means he already knows that Shiloh and Theresa have come back to Australia," he said. "That's scary; I didn't know our lives were being watched," Theresa exclaimed.

But I convinced myself that it was one step away from understanding what I felt about her. A few hours later, as I lay awake in bed restless and sleepless, my phone buzzed. I picked it up; it was my spy. He had sent me a text saying that Olivia had left home with some luggage, and he was following her. He suspected she was headed for an airport to escape.

“Now… take me home.” The drive back was quieter. Heavier. Because she knew the next step. The DNA test and whatever truth it would reveal. By the time she entered the house, her husband was sitting in the living room watching the evening news with a cup of tea in front of him. He looked up as she walked in. “You're back quicker than I expected,” he said. She removed her coat slowly. “Yes,” she replied calmly. “My baby asked that I not stay long,” she said walking towards him to give him a kiss on the lip.

“Cailen, honey, please come home. William's freaking out and he won't tell us what's wrong, only that he needs you to come home. Please come home, baby. I love you.” ‘End of final message, to erase all messages, please pres-’ Cailen hung up his phone, going to the contacts to find William's name. He tapped on it and hit call, watching the screen change and was about to put it to his ear when he saw the screen go black. He clicked the home button once and then again repeatedly when it remained black. His phone had died. Of fucking course. William was fucking worried about him, he had to call him and his fucking phone dies.

she said. “Mom, Dad, everything is ready! Let us go home,” Denny said with a smile. She had also thought that it would be impossible for her mom to ever get out of prison. “Come here, honey,” Sofia said, hugging Denny tightly. “I can now take good care of you and your dad. Let us go!“

“Of course they would cover for him. For all we know, they are in on it. None of those people can be trusted.” “Those people?” Hammett asked pointedly. “You mean . . . doctors and school teachers?” Mr. Barrett strode to the desk and leaned over it. “You know exactly who we are talking about. Wake up, this country is at war. These fucking illegals are coming over here to infiltrate our country and take over. None of us are safe.” “You need to cut down on your FOX TV viewing. Dr. Bukhari and his wife have been U.S. citizens for almost twenty years now. They’ve been model citizens.”