Homesick Characters Novels & Stories

(Sabastine’s POV) Three days in, and the hunger had a schedule. Not rigid — Reed wasn’t a clock, and there was nothing mechanical about what moved through him. But I’d started to notice the shape of it. Early morning, he’d be at the window or sitting quietly, settled, running on what I’d given him the night before like a phone with a good charge. By mid-morning, the stillness would begin to shift. He’d drift closer. His eyes would get heavier, darker. The warmth his body put out would tick up in a way I’d learned to feel the way you feel a room getting stuffy before anyone says anything about it. By afternoon, if I hadn’t touched him, hadn’t spoken to him, hadn’t offered him something real —

But, oh well how would I have known I would get abducted and would land up here? “Ugh!” I groaned and rolled my eyes. I miss my family. A day without them and I already feel homesick. My stomach growled and I looked down at my flat stomach sympathetically. I’m starving! Liesl heard my stomach growl and immediately woke up from her sleep to guard the place, thinking an intruder had entered the place. Poor girl, I must’ve disturbed her nap. I went to where she stood alert near the porch and patted her head.

I don’t want to explain through the phone because I’m pretty sure he’ll ask the same questions again when we meet tomorrow in Chicago. “I just miss home.” I sounded really sad and I think it was what I was partially feeling. Home was comfortable because it’s where I belong. The persons around me all love me. Sure, I was caged but I was loved. They are all true towards me. But this place…just thinking about the beach makes my heart ache. “Alright.” I can sense hesitation in Kino’s voice. But he didn’t ask any further. He agreed with getting me a plane ticket as fast as possible. “I’ll get you the first flight to Chicago and ask the chauffeur to get you from there.”

“Homesickness, I suppose. Missed the food. Missed the gossip. Missed... familiar faces. I just wanted to see Elise after the attack” He looked at me briefly as he said it. Ferris glared at him “After all these years?” “Time passes strangely when you’re chasing spirits,” Marco replied with a lazy smile. “You forget how long you've been gone until you start craving bread that doesn’t taste like dust.” I noticed the tension building between them. I placed a hand on Ferris’s, squeezing gently. “Are you alright?” He looked at me. His eyes softened for a moment. “I’m fine.” Then, he lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly. “Just... listening.”

Caspian asked me while we swayed to the new melody playing. "Olivia Stephenson," I replied, and he smiled at me warmly. "What a beautiful name. Your beauty is exquisite." He said, and I thanked him. "Are you dating Beta Paul?" he asked me, and I shook my head. He beamed at me, and it made me nervous. I did not like his countenance. He was a handsome man. Grey eyes, dark hair, pronounced jawline, thick eyebrows, sharp piercing eyes, commanding lips and neatly shaven beard. He was a very handsome man, but I knew he wasn't a nice person. He did nothing for his people. He let the poor starve. The margin between the rich and the poor in Geneva was wide, and I doubted he cared about it. I could se

Hunger and anxiety pressed on her frail shoulders, each step forward a battle against the desperation gnawing at her insides. Clad in tattered clothes that did little to fend off the city's biting cold, Ava moved through the night, driven by the hollow ache in her stomach. The bustling noise of the city assaulted her ears, a disorienting blend of chaos against the quiet despair she carried. New York's bright lights, so dazzling to others, only heightened her sense of isolation, the vibrant cityscape contrasting her bleak reality.

They shackled themselves to social niceties and moral codes that shifted like desert sands, all while chasing grotesque parodies of our primal birthright: not mere longevity but immortality, not casual lovers but destined soulmates, not survival instincts but crystalline clarity of purpose. The stench of fish guts clung to my nostrils like a curse. I watched Liam's back as he wove through the predawn crowd, his shoulders relaxed in a way that made my teeth ache. Humans moved around us in a blur of rubber boots and shouted prices, their voices sharp as gulls fighting over scraps. Across the harbor, the Huffner Bridge's skeletal outline dissolved into morning mist - a ghostly reminder that Med

Dante hesitates—then nods once. Good. Because if he asked me anything in this moment— I don’t know what I’d say. All I know is this: My mother is gone. My brother is dead. The SUV hums beneath us as the city slides by, streetlights streaking across the windows like blurred stars. No one speaks at first. The silence isn’t awkward—it’s heavy. Settled. Like everyone is waiting for something to break. Danika is the one who does it. “I’m starving,” she says suddenly, leaning back in her seat. “And I want a cheeseburger.”

"Here you go, kiddo." "So, have you been out here all evening, Gretchen?" asked Hazel. Gretchen took a sip then answered, "Yep." "It's no fun to drink alone," said Rhett. Gretchen huffed through her nose then looked away as she tried to blink away her tears. She finally pushed them off her cheeks with her fingers. "Is everything alright?" asked Hazel. Haldir sighed and said, "She's just a little homesick is all." Damien spoke with Hazel in her mind and she said , "Come on, babe," as she nodded towards the door.

Casper and his family stand stoic, their heads tipped slightly as if to punctuate the fact that they wanted to be here all along, and it didn’t take the death of a young man to persuade them to stand with their friends. Once we are tucked out of the way a bit, I take a look around. I’ve lived here my entire life and don’t recognize a single face, other than those I’ve already named. Most of these people look like they just swam across the ocean and walked from Savannah or some other port city. They’re dirty. Thin. Their clothes are worn and wrinkled. A few of them cough into their sleeves or sneeze. Ma wraps her arms around Alice and Robert and pulls them closer as if that will keep them fro