روايات وقصص ضمن I'm Gonna Make This Place Your Home

I could literally be a p*******t model or whatever they call it. This place is a paradise. This place make me feel like I am free, but I can't hide the fact that I miss the city lights and the busy streets. Most of, I think this is the place where I belong. This is the place I can call home.

They all never let me do anything. Right now we are heading towards the plant nursery where we work. We got a job there last week. My brothers were strictly against my idea of this working thing but I was getting bored in the house and there was nothing for me to do. They didn't even let me go outside the house alone and homeschooled me, maybe they are scared after what happened with me. They never gave me the details about my accident saying it's in the past and we should focus on the present now.

Build it. Every single day.

"This is your home." Home was the one place where she could come and go as she pleased.

"I am going home!" "This is your home!" "No. My home is where my wife and child are." <><><>

Staying here at home wasn’t doing me any good anyway. Just then, my phone suddenly rang from the coffee table. I looked over and saw Mikee’s name flashing on the screen. I quickly answered. “What?” I said flatly. “Hey, brat. Aren’t you on leave today? Let’s go party. I know you don’t want to stay there,” Mikee said from the other line. A smile slowly formed on my lips. It felt like the universe itself had sensed how badly I needed to escape this suffocating house.

"What exactly has this family ever denied you? You lived in an expensive mansion and were served the finest food, so what on earth do you have to be so bitter about?" I let out a soft laugh. "That mansion belongs to you all. What I lived in for 20 years was a storage room, freezing in winter and sweltering in summer. And now it's even been turned into Neve's playroom." I looked over at Luca. "It was converted on the 45th day after I left home." Luca's face went pale. Still, he forced himself to retort, "You were the one who said I could do whatever I wanted with it!"

Complete. Home.

We are home. THE END

"And you go home." ***