Homer Characters Novels & Stories

The following day, Homer, Jefferson, and Hayden stand in the mansion's lobby to say goodbye to Hugo, Max, and Owen, who are going on vacation. Hugo hugged Homer tightly; he smiled mischievously at Owen and Max before lifting Homer. Hommer's face went cold after Hugo let go of his embrace; he definitely hated it. Hugo also hugged Hayden, but too bad he was too late to avoid Hugo, but luckily Hugo wasn't strong enough to lift Hayden's body, so he let go of Hayden after squeezing him.

He cried full of confidence and desperation. "Okay, Jonathan! Calm down, take a deep breath, and slowly tell me where you saw her. I will let my people sweep that place!" Homer assured him to calm his agitated self. They already lost two people in our lives. Another more at this rate, they will not survive. Homer's poor daughter and grandchildren leave this life too early.

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

"Stan, this guy's clearly just another one of Susanne's admirers. Since she wouldn't give him the time of day, he's come here to make trouble." "Susanne has been with you for so long, and she only has eyes for you. So, there's no way she would be with anyone else." Stanley's underlings chimed in one after another, their flattering words drawing a pleased smile from Stanley. "How dare a homewrecker come here and make a scene? I'd advise you to be smart and get lost!" The word "homewrecker" struck a particularly harsh chord, and I let out a disdainful scoff.

Chapter 018 "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fucking Nathan Monroe!" Homer found himself in a deeply embarrassing situation at the dinner party, where he had expended millions on gifts yet was dismissed by Lawrence Monroe. His frustration was directed towards Nathan and the Summers family, leading him to disregard all of them, including Kendra.

Quinn was puzzled, and she asked, “Charlie, why are you curious about him?” Charlie wanted to speak but was interrupted by a new message on his phone. The message read: [Mr. Wade, Homer's father is Xavion Fox. Homer’s grandfather is Spencer Fox. Jordan Fox is his great-grandfather. I’m investigating the other information.]

He always stared, taking his eyes off and placing them somewhere else when I turn to him. He was addicting to be with in more ways than one. I still remember the rage I'd felt when that knife had gone at him. The pure unadulterated push to kill. To tear to pieces. From the ancient books Father kept in the library before he passed, the gryms were explained as creature who went on quests, messengers. And gryms weren't usually murderous. There was something off about these ones. Sighing, I let the last paperwork fall from my hand into the heap. Beads of sweat coated the surface of my chest, down to the biceps on my arms.

The person standing there was Homer, the same man who should have been lying on the ground in a helpless heap. But there was no trace of that frail, boneless look from before. His duster was a bit messy, but his back was straight and his eyes were sharp. A pressure radiated from him that matched Vaelor and the other two sect leaders. "Homer!" Yaphet's voice went cold with shock. "Didn't my Marrowbane hit you? That drug should last at least six hours. How could you possibly recover this fast?" Homer looked at the expression on Yaphet's face like he'd just seen a ghost. A faint smile spread across his lips, dripping with mockery. "Oh, Yaphet. Yes, you thought of everything, but you still misse