I'm Gonna Make This Place Your Home Novels & Stories

I take over this shit. ~~~

“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.

We put our new address on the delivery slip before heading home. "Are you selling your house after we move?" Alex asked. "Oh, I already put it up for sale. I talked to the same realtor we had when we bought our new home," I said and a smile appeared on Alex's face. "What's the smile for?" I asked. "It's just nice hearing you say 'our new home'," he said as he reached out to hold my hand. "Do you ever think of getting married?" I blurted out. "I, uh, you don't have to answer that," I said as my face turned a bright shade of red.

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"

I don't know the guy personally, and something about this place tells me I might not make it back home alive. •

“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.”

I need to be home "'Pretty please " Bella pleaded"Let's go to some other place please " They tried to force me to go to this new place but I just do have the strength to try out any other place " Please let's just go home " "I promise to take the blame if anything happens in the second place," Martha said confidently "You won't regret ever agreeing to this " "Why do you want me to go with you? You two can go on your own " I said with a confused look " that's because this is all about you. You need to understand that we only want to make you feel much better and we are sorry for bringing you to this place. We thought since it's new, you might like it but it turned out like this "

***** 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

We're home. And that's all that matters.

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.