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

, she stopped to catch her breath and then continued, "At the end, I just want to say that you're the most beautiful person I've ever come across. You hold my heart. There's no one in my heart except you. Thank you for all those beautiful childhood memories. Thank you for always being considerate and tolerating when dealing with me. Thank you for loving me unconditionally. Thank you for protecting me from the contamination and filthiness of this world. Thank you for always being there. I love you so much Elliot Frost that it can't be explained in words. Just know that if home is a person then 'You are my home'.", she said slowly and with that, she ended her vow.

"Where have you made plans for dinner?" "We're going home and making home made pizzas" My heart beat picks up significantly every time he refers to his apartment as 'home'. He never really calls it 'my apartment' or 'my place'. For a while now it's just been 'home', like it's my home too. Do I live there? I basically live there. I can barely remember the last time I spent at least two days at my own apartment, and quite frankly after the attempted break in I don't care to.

Everyone seems to be busy all the time so I wonder how I will be able to keep up with them in the future because I know it’s going to be very difficult for me to adjust to a place like this that easily. “You can report it to the office and go back as there is nothing left for you to do today. see you tomorrow.” He said after coming inside and just like that I left for home but for some time I will have to keep going to that place before it actually becomes mine completely. But I wonder if I will ever be able to call that place my home because there is no one left who can be my family at that place. But I guess I am enough for myself, especially after all that hard work I’m going to do.

“Yes, it’s all yours.” The warmth of the room didn’t touch the cold knot in my stomach. How long would it take before I could call this place home?

(Our Family, Our Home). His voice was full of emotion as he said, "I made it for you because you've built this home in every way that matters." As Isabella traced the words with her fingers, tears welled up in her eyes. "And you've created a space where I feel loved and safe."

"God, please take care of everything. Here I come, my new so-called home." Will I be able to settle with the Bevines nicely for six months? ###

This is my home. "I don't care if I have to tie you down to convince you to stay but there's no fucking way we're letting you walk away from us, November Adams." "You belong with us!"

I took two steps into the hallway just to measure where a person's face would hit if he fell from the trap and then I marked it and placed spikes on the floor. This was brilliant,if this could get one of them maybe it could stop him. I smiled sheepishly at the work of art.I knew it would end up a disaster. If they didn't break into our house today,I would have to clean all this up and it certainly won't end well because I hated anything that related to a cleaning job. "What are you doing?". I heard mom ask from behind. What in goodness name is she doing out in the hallway. "I thought I told you to stay inside". I said and mom scoffed as she crossed her arms.

If Lucas was an average asshole, his half-brother Lucian would be the grandmaster level of an asshole. "Come on. Hop on, girl," Lucas jumped on the bike and looked back at me. "I'll take you home." "I don't have a home," I mumbled. "I'll make you one." Lucas winked at me and flipped down the faceguard of the helmet. Twenty minutes later, the bike parked in front of a giant house located in a secluded area in town. "This will be your home," Lucas said and took out his phone. "I've sent the default password of the door to your mobile. You can change it later."

I whispered, almost to myself. “You can,” he said softly. “We’ll make this our safe place. Our home. No matter what else happens out there.”