Homestuck Reading Novels & Stories

The lull after the book reading was a soft, strange creature. We’d grown so used to living at a low-grade roar that the quiet felt like a physical space we had to relearn how to inhabit. Lanc finished his last house and threw a raucous, paint-splattered party for the crew. Chloe started her first nursing classes, her textbooks now sharing counter space with our manuscript. Arthur began tinkering with a new novel idea, though he claimed the real world had ruined him for plausible fiction.

The tension between them was electric, every interaction loaded with subtext and unspoken desire. I read one chapter. Then another. Then another. Time disappeared. The world outside the bedroom faded. There was only the story, the characters, the way Lana Steele made me forget I was sitting alone in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, pretending to be engaged to a woman who hated me. When I reached the end, I left a comment which was rare for me. "Please upload more chapters soon. This is incredible." Then I noticed the clock. 5:03 AM. I'd read for hours without realizing it.

Frightened, she tossed the covers off, letting her hand trace her panty, finding it impossible soaked. Author's note: I have very small readership on this book, so I very much hope good engagement from whatever readers I have. Please comment (just put a dot, that is more than enough if you have nothing to say) and vote. Since I don't earn money from this book, I thrive off of your comments for a good night's sleep. I may not reply to all, but I read every single comment and smile. (my mother thinks I have a boyfriend now) Thanks for sticking till STUCK 2, Love you so much.

I lifted my head and looked at the gaunt figure by the door. "It's been seven years, Alex. I'm only giving you seven minutes now." Alex's gaze dimmed. He took off his suit jacket and casually draped it over the shoe cabinet in the entryway before walking toward me. His steps were no longer as steady as they had been earlier this evening. I froze a little when I noticed that his left leg moved a little stiffly. Alex sat down on the couch, hands clasped over his knees, like a prisoner awaiting judgment. "Do you remember what happened at Snowridge Resort in Saunderia seven years ago?" he asked.

Breach either, be it friend, family, or business, and that person was out of her universe forever. After getting comfortable on her couch, Anna turned to the first page and started reading. Unlike the first time she began the manuscript, she was relieved to find that both her mind and body remained in her present home. She relaxed a bit more and scanned through the first several paragraphs, her usual first read-through method before she decided to either dump the rest of the book, or actually take her time to read every word. It didn’t take her more than a quick look for her to decide to commit to a thorough reading, even though it appeared she had heard, or rather dreamt, or maybe lived, th

* * * I haven't seen Ember the whole day, I've gotten so used to her presence that I can sense the emptiness when she's not around. After taking off my running clothes, I settle for comfortable sweatpants and a tank top, then pile my hair up in a messy bun on top of my head. I pull out the Lycan book alpha Haiden gave to me and run my fingers over the cover. Taking in a deep breath, I open it and start reading the first page. I need to read the whole book and compare it to the vision I had back in the cave. I don't know how long I've been reading the book but as soon as I flip the next page, a knock comes at my door, before i can answer, Aamon steps in. I don't even know why he bothers knock

But I can't do anything because my guilt towards him is huge, it's piled up and I don't have the right to demand or even act. "I am? Sweetheart, I am starting to like this side of yours. Then do read me a story." He promised me softly and then he pulled me towards the chair. Elijah sat down but I didn't. I looked around and looked for a book to read and I remembered the one I read Homer's Odyssey. I took it, even though I didn't want to read it I had no choice. I sat next to Elijah and started reading where I stopped before.

He replies, “I may have read your mind when you were squealing to know what was making you that happy.” I smile and I pick up Twisted Lies, Christian and Stella’s story, before I respond to what Blake said, “That makes sense, it is okay. Let us start our next book,” we start reading and we go silent again, our attention being captivated by the stories playing out in front of us, I knew Blake would finish his book before me, I did not know he was a fast reader like that.

Adam stopped halfway through the page. “…Nah.” He let the book drop slightly in his hand, exhaling through his nose as if he needed a second to reset. His jaw tightened, eyes scanning back over a few lines like he didn’t fully trust what he just read. “This one’s different,” he muttered. He pushed himself off the counter and started pacing slowly behind the bar, the book still open. There was something about this story that didn’t sit the same way as the first.

The title was simple, elegant, and deeply personal: Homeward Bound. The artwork depicted a warm, glowing house surrounded by trees, a pathway leading toward an open door. It wasn’t just any house. It was ours. Luca gasped. “Dad, that looks like our home!” Tears blurred my vision as I nodded. “Because it is,” I whispered. I opened the book, flipping through the pages. Each chapter told a piece of our journey, weaving together themes of love, resilience, and chosen family. The final page held the dedication, one I had written months ago but had never read aloud.