Homeland Novels & Stories

It astonished him that Joy would willingly do something of that magnitude to stay at Homeland. “She is aware of the damage we can do. This morning I read the files she made on some of us. Justice let me read them after we argued a bit. I wanted to look out for you. All the shrinks’ notes on patients were transferred to Homeland when we were. One of our males told her about how he tore out the throat of a technician who leaned in too close to him while he was strapped down on a table. He could only move his head. Another Species described how he got an arm free and snapped the neck of a guard before the human could even react.” H

After circling another empty street, Dad pulled over and sat in silence with both hands on the steering wheel. "Call the police," Mom said at last. The words barely came out. Dad nodded and picked up his phone. Before he could dial, the screen lit up. The ringtone exploded through the quiet car, sharp enough to make the heart jump. Dad glanced at the unknown number and answered impatiently. "Hello?" I drifted closer and heard a calm male voice from the other end. "Are you Lily Bennett's parents? This is Mercy General Hospital."

, how is that possible. My parents would never let that happen. Whomever you got your information from is wrong. That just isn't possible." I could see her face cloud with emotion. This was going to be very hard, I could feel my heart break as I announced the worst of the news "Anna, your parents are dead…. I won't tell you how they died because I think that would only bring you pain but they are gone and he is in control. I know that this hurts and I'm so sorry, I truly have no words to say but I can't let you return to him, he will kill you." Her face was suddenly pale, her eyes were filling with tears and wide with shock. "No. You're lying. They aren't dead. I know that they aren't dead D

The audio clip started and the image began to move. “Hello survivors, my name is Daniel Shirker, President and founder of Project Humanity’s Last Resort. For those unaware, the world as you know it is over. We are entering a new world, a new age, a world of peace and freedom, but do know, you are not alone. Scattered across the United States are one hundred fifty-one bunkers containing an overall total of one million survivors. These bunkers are meant to serve as your new home. You will live here for three months. There will be enough food and water, as long as you ration properly and utilize the farm to grow food immediately. After those three months are over, the air will return to its pre

I glance at Spencer, who feigns being offended, and then allow Aubrie to guide me toward the grill where Thomas seems to be preparing food for an entire battalion. “Thomas, you do remember Hayden, right?” she asks, catching the attention of her husband. Except for his eyes, he looks just like his daughter, his blond hair neatly styled even though he’s facing the heat from the grill. He’s a tall man, with a confident posture, something I figure he must have learned from his job as a real estate developer. He’s a bit quieter than the rest of the family, a bit too serious even, but I know he has a kind heart from the way I’ve seen him treat Caitlin and Aubrie.

The safe house nestled deep within the forest provided a temporary sanctuary for Carla, Gabriel, Jacky, Lark, and their allies. With the danger of the mansion and the wrath of Alpha Troy and Andrew behind them, they took a moment to breathe and regroup. Jeff, the staff member who had helped orchestrate their escape, stepped forward. He held a phone, the lifeline to the outside world. His voice was low but determined as he dialed a number. Lark watched closely, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“No. I want you to ensure that you can protect a friend's family. His name is Colton Vincent Rock. Jonathan has been chasing his family, a grandmother who raises her youngest granddaughter on a farm in the south of the country. In addition to him and my own family in Vegas, I also need you to protect Hunter if things go right or very wrong.” It's the first time since we started talking that I notice some reaction coming from my husband. Hunter curses in Turkish and Gabby hides the laughter with one hand. "Sometimes it's amazing to be an interpreter," she jokes, saying a full sentence in Turkish. Hunter is amazed and shuts up, his face turning red.

3k watchers. “Yes, it's in the video I'm not withdrawing the fact that he killed a man, a government worker at that but he was only trying to make America a better place. I have it right here that the man he killed is a criminal. He's not protecting America from illegal goods or items. He's distributing it out! He's using his position in the CBP to distribute guns and grenades outside the country and he's also importing it!”. I looked down into Landon's phone, zooming on the texts of the file and turning the phone around for it to show on the live. I zoomed in on the texts so they would be bold enough to be seen live.

“I am not stopping you, go ahead. Jump off the ship and swim all your way back to New York City.” “Wait, we aren't in New York City again?” “Of course not, we are halfway to Salado.” “What? Salado? That is in Texas.” She yelled and he nodded. “We will be living there.” “Damien, I think you don't understand what you just did. You took me against my will and somehow you managed to erase the last twenty-four hours of my life and now you are taking me to another country entirely to live with you for ninety days?” “Exactly.”

Army camps are a common sight within the Power pack. "And your Dad, does he have a mate planned for you yet?" Landon asked randomly. I lay back, hiding my face behind my hands. Of courses does, that's all he seems to care about at the moment. A lovely, proper mate that is simple, normal. "His name is as Jake. Total douche, goes through girls like he has them at an endless supply," I mutter. He's my Dad's friends son. Apparently Dad trusts him, so there goes my choice.