Homestar Runner Book Novels & Stories

After three months away, I was finally home. I asked the house's male housekeeper, Jacob Miller, to give me a hand carrying my luggage upstairs. Jacob hoisted the suitcase but had barely taken a few steps when—bang—the luggage crashed to the floor. He clutched his wrist, wincing in pain. The noise startled the three women on the sofa. They jumped up and rushed toward him, surrounding him with frantic questions, fussing as if he were about to shatter. They scrambled for ointment, massaging his wrist with careful fingers, treating him like fragile porcelain.

The drive to the Nightwalker pack was quite long but at last they got to the mansion. The Nightwalker pack mansion looked the same from the outside, no major changes. Steve Gillian gasped the moment the car slowed down, what a relief that they were already at the mansion. The young Gillian had missed his father and for some reasons he looked forward to seeing him. Steve Gillian put the book in his bag and gently woke Barbara up. He shook her gently until she opened her eyes slightly. “Wake up sleepy head, we are home” he smiled and stroked her hair. He loved the blonde colour of her hair and could not help touching it all the time.

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.

I have lived in Wimberley my whole life and went to school here since preschool. Let’s just say I know everyone and everything in this town. That’s until I am on my way home and see moving trucks driving on my road, when I first saw them, I was a little worried they were at my house. I go to check it out and see that someone is finally moving into the Williams house, they moved away a years ago, there’s been lots of people looking at that house but never actually bought until now.

the guy chuckled. Anika stared at him, realizing that she had not dreamed anything this morning. It was the same blue-eyed guy who had been driven out of the doorway by a mop, after which he turned into a large dog, which she had just let into the house. And now he was sitting at her table and finishing the food on his plate.

Zions POV I swear those kids and their sister look and feel so familiar yet I can’t figure out from where. As soon as I get home I need to talk to mom, she should hopefully be able to tell me more. We all shift into our wolves and run back to the pack as soon as we hit the borders I link the twins and let them know I’m heading home to check on my family and I’ll meet them at the pack house for dinner. As soon as I get home Treasure runs straight into my arms .

Hayden thought. END OF BOOK 1

Anything broken. She doesn’t bring up the stuff I don’t want to talk about, even though I know it’s part of her job. I mean, the support worker I see weekly is from her own charity... he told me she is the reason I got homed so fast. It’s almost unheard of for a fourteen-year-old runaway to find a family like the Huntsbergers so easily, especially coming from poverty. I guess I owe all this to her, and Jake, and Emma. I owe them everything. Although I know it probably won’t last. I’m a lot to handle at times and know sometimes when something is too good to be true, then it is, so, I aim to enjoy it while I can. Build up my strength in case I need to run or go back to the streets again and fe

No matter what, since heaven had given me a second chance at life, I absolutely could not allow the tragedy of my previous life to repeat itself. I returned to the bedroom and began ordering small home surveillance cameras online. In my previous life, when Megan first came to work in our home as a housekeeper, I had wanted to install cameras, but Daniel felt it would be disrespectful to someone living under our roof. Thinking back on it now, it was precisely because of our kindness that we had walked step by step into her trap.

He ran a hand through his messy hair, his eyes fixed on some distant point on the wall. “The name… Moss Hollow… sounds familiar,” he finally said. “I think my father mentioned it once. An old outpost, with a bar where strangers made shady deals and disappeared overnight. Not exactly a tourist spot.” He closed the book slowly, his long fingers sliding over the cover like it was made of something alive. “I have a car,” he added. “It’s a bit dusty, but it runs. It’s in the barn behind the house.” Maxim crossed his arms, nodding.