I'm Gonna Make This Place Your Home 소설 & 이야기

STEP BROTHER X STEP SISTER 1 AXEL~~ Returning back home for the summer was going to be another banger as always oh-fuck! Not anymore that is. My father ventured off looking for a wife and got married in Bali, that wasn't the only problem. Thanks to my father and his new wife finally on their honeymoon, it was the the fact that I now had to deal with the vexatious daughter of my new step mother, Sarah fucking Anderson.

Walking up the steps to Braxton’s home without him is odd. I’m looking at the house with a new perspective this time, as if there’s a chance this is where I will live--from now on. It’s hard to imagine. It’s hard to believe I could be calling this place home. Braxton makes it seem like it is as simple as me making up my mind that this is what I want, and I can have it, but I have to wonder if it’s really that simple.

Will you eat and come? I got no reply to that message all the way home. I opened the door and let myself into an empty and dark space yet again. “I’m home.” For a moment there, I pictured Kaori-nee and Aki-chan popping up at the entryway. “Welcome home, Kake-jii!” “Kakeru-kun, welcome home. Dinner is almost ready. Hurry. Go have a bath and come to eat.” I crouched where I stood and cradled my head in my palms. My head hurt. Why did I have to go think about that now?!

Julie says, after getting my memo. “Don’t ever think of showing yourself to us ever again, Irma! You have no home, nor anyone to call your family back here, so forget this place!” Magda affirms as we turn around. Come rain or sunshine, this will never stop being my home. This is where I grew up. There is no way I can stop calling this place my sweet home. I am leaving today, but someday, somehow, I will be back home to claim what is mine. My home!

“Boris will be able to get you any furniture you need to make this place more like a home.” “Why are you helping me?” I asked.

His eyebrows lowered and pulled closer together, and vertical wrinkles appeared between them. "Well, that's quite a plan, Dimitri, but if you think for one second that I'm going to just sit back and watch you turn Thirty years of my life into scrap or some kind of garage sale, then you are sadly mistaken. I have told you, I can get my company out of this mess, I just need to get that contract"

“Yes. I wanted to welcome you home to a place where I can take care of you for the rest of my life.” “So, you mean you built that place for me?” “Yes.”

***** Roof to roof For a single home I don’t ask for many But a single-roof That I can call mine, too As a home Just as a home Not an office on a giant floor But at least a home Where I am not worried Where I grow Where I say I have grown The will to survive The purpose of life Is to live So I will make a place To identify more With life That I am all Settled here On Earth I won’t go I won’t go Anymore Anymore A joy A pride A shinning pride Of a little home Well found on sight I call it home When I refuse to move I say no to go I say no to give it to any

Killian’s voice came from behind me with a hint of laughter, “Make yourself right at home, why don’t you.” Home… The very word was supposed to evoke a sense of warmth, with images of laughter and love. Home was the place where you could twirl around in pajamas without a care, where the smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air, and where comforting hugs were always within reach after a long day. That was the home I had longed for—the sanctuary I had built in my dreams, a stark contrast to the home life of my childhood.

A smile tugs at my lips as I remember his words from earlier. “You’re my home.” He's mine too. Home isn’t a place. It’s a person. And mine is Malakai Cooper. I’m stuck with him. Forever.