I Wanna Go Home Book Novels & Stories

She fumes as she tries to compose herself. “You know I don’t speak twice. Try me if you want.” Ray states and starts pulling me with him towards the mansion, and I take my steps into my new home with so much vigor and boldness. And here, I am deeply rooted! Nothing will take me out of here again! Because my child and I belong here, beside Ray! This is my home. Whoever wants to challenge me, let them bring the fuck on!!! WATCH OUT FOR BOOK TWO!!!

A call from home came through. "Adam, dinner's ready. Could you pick up some yam on your way back?" "Sure, Mom." My steps grew lighter, my pace quickened, and I jogged into the subway station. It felt as if I could already smell the aroma of dinner waiting at home. After taking so many detours for over a decade, I finally reached the end of my dream path. Now… I truly had a home.

Silvie asked, all ears. My memories flicked back to that time at the warehouse… how I’d wished for one last chance to see my family again. It was suddenly clear in that moment. Home. “I want to go back to Alexandria, Syl… I- I want to go home.”

My whole life was just like sliding off a cliff. “I don’t have an apartment anymore,” I whispered. “I don’t have anything. I don’t even know where I belong. Going back to my job is not even …i…My heart is a disaster. I just…” Alex waited. And the truth tumbled out of me, quiet and broken: "I want to go home.”

Roman pulls me back against his chest without a word and I press my face into him and sob like I’m grieving something I never even had. Because I am. His hand moves slowly over my hair. “I want to go home,” I manage between breaths. “I want to go back to Boston. Tomorrow. First thing.” “Okay.” “I mean it. I don’t want to be here anymore.” “I know.” His voice is low against the top of my head. “We’ll leave tomorrow morning. I have one short meeting with a client first thing. As soon as it’s done we go straight to the airport.” I nod against his chest.

Hollow. “I want to go home.”

“But you know what, I think it’s time we figured it out.” “We?” “We’re going home,” Tarrah said. “I’m not asking,” she continued, stopping my protest. “You’ve been away long enough.” Go home? How could I go home? Would they even let me go home? As Tarrah pulled me toward the bedroom, I realized, I didn’t care. I wanted to go home. I wanted to return to my pack. I wanted to take back control of my life. I wanted to see Lucas so I could fix this whole damn mess that I caused.

Our love was stronger than anything I have ever known. "Let's go back home." He says with a smile. Yes, let's go home. *****Author note***** Please don't forget to vote and comment. Till next chapter, bye. Soundtrack: Til forever falls apart by FINNEAS and Ashe

I'm an avid outdoorsman, while my wife, Gabrielle Jensen, is a homebody through and through. Every time I invite her to outdoor activities like hiking, running, and swimming, she turns me down. "I hate exercising," she says. Later, someone starts an online trend of showing how lazy their girlfriend can be. I film Gabrielle being a couch potato and post it to join the trend. Everyone comments saying how she's a true lazy introvert. Then, one comment catches my eye and freezes me in place. "Isn't that the old pool queen Gabrielle Jensen? She and Caleb Fisher made quite the swimming duo back then. Their relay team brought home more than a few trophies for our school. "They were the golden

Trust without guarantees. And Lena had given me something no title ever had. A reason to become better than the man I had been. She looked up at me. “What are you thinking?” I smiled. “That I still have one problem.” “What?” “Your books.” She laughed. “I warned you.” “I know.” “And?” I pulled her closer. “I think I'll make room.” Her smile grew. “So will I.” And beneath the city lights, with her in my arms and no contract standing between what we felt, I finally understood what home meant. It wasn't a place. It was the person you chose to return to. And I had chosen her.