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

He says so sincerely. “I will tell you that I haven’t felt like any place was my home for a long time.. But this place, your pack. You… You feel like home.. So yes, I will be staying.” I said as a stray tear I thought for sure I could hold back fell down my cheek.

This woman, will kill me someday. I had ordered the servants to prepare breakfast for us. She was happy like a child to see her favourites on the table. We both fed each other and got ready to go back. We were holding our hands all the way back to home. Home... wow! I called my mansion home for the first time cause I feel it like a home now. Our home. She is the one who made it a home. I am indeed blessed to have her in my life❤❤ ...................................................... A woman turns a house into home❤

Brenda stood near the community wall, admiring the growing collection of thank-you notes and doodles from customers. Marcus joined her, slipping an arm around her waist. “I never thought I’d say this,” he said, “but I think this place really is our home.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “It’s ours because we made it that way.” He nodded. “And I want to keep building it. Not just with the team. With you.” Brenda looked up at him. “I’m in,” she said. Marcus grinned. “Even if I bring home weird gadgets from the clearance aisle?”

I could almost imagine the excited comments popping up as people reacted to the announcement. “We’re still in the early stages,” I said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Right now, we’re scouting for the perfect location. I want it to be a space that feels like home—not just for me but for everyone who walks through the door. A place where you can grab a cup of coffee, try some of my favorite recipes, and maybe even spend a little time unwinding from the chaos of everyday life.”

Adrian admonished me. Instead of feeling bad at his reprimand, I had a warm fuzzy feeling of belonging somewhere. It was strange that even at the apartment I had considered my home; I didn't feel this safe and accepted. I had been in his house for only one day and I planned to leave as soon as my issues with the demons were solved. But I had already started thinking of this place as home… 'Home is not just made of bricks and mortar; it is the people you live with that make it a home,' I thought.

“DAMN IT TOR. I DON’T WANT HER. I WANT YOU! IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU AND I’LL KEEP TELLING YOU THAT UNTIL THE DAY I DIE. NOW STOP BEING SO STUBBORN AND COME HOME.” The words settling over me like an instant warm blanket. Home. A place that would forever be mine and mine alone and no matter what people thought I’d always find a way to belong.

"Do you know what I can do to make this place suitable for date night?" "Yes I think you should set the table by the pool because the pool has a cover that is made of gorilla glass so it doesn't crack or scratch full stop the gym has a couple of buttons by the pool house and entertainment is one of them so your girlfriend design this place with you and mind but also to entertain at some stage and I wonder why you guys don't ever use your entertainment area? " " We are never home but now that we are home I want her and my son to move back here. "

”This isn’t your home. I knew the arrow was directed at me, but it was also a wakeup call. Maco was partially right in his taunt, so I decided to interrupt before Lilliana could retort. “You are right, Marco. This place isn’t her home.” I looked at Lilliana, who was watching me with a bewildered expression and turned to Marco once again. “So, I am going to make a permanent arrangement about that, so this can be her home.” Two weeks later -

He paused and rubbed his right thumb across her cheek, his eyes boring into her deepest part. "I don't want to come back just to a clean home and home made meals. I want to come back to you too." His voice was so deep and coarse with overwhelming emotions. "I want to come home to you 'cause my home is where my heart is. You're stuck with me, Ava. I'm never letting you go, so I need you to start getting rid of your fears." That was all she needed to hear to get the sparks out. And by God, she believed every word.

It is their home. For a long time, he had always wanted to have a home. But he learned that it was not just some four cornered brick wall with a few windows, a door and a roof. A house is not just a home. A home is where you can dwell memories and feel a sense of belongingness. A home is family. And he finally found his. A place to call home. End.