Just Like Home Book Novels & Stories

They followed Alizeh closely as Jayden opened the door, and they all went through in one swift movement. Alizeh drew in a breath as she took in her surroundings. It was charming. Although it was different in every way from the dwelling she had grown up in, it instantly felt like home. The air smelled like incense, and there were plants everywhere. There was flora of every kind: birds of paradise, dragon trees, and sword ferns, to name a few. There was greenery that never should have flourished inside. The rooms were open and airy because the doctor did not own many things. She had a comfortable-looking brown couch, which was placed in front of a fireplace, and a cozy dinner table in the cent

I ask before I can stop myself. "Dunno bro. Where's home? Home is nowhere but here " Stan says and beats his chest. "Trace and the unborn child, that's home. " I nod in agreement. I believe Stan. Home is not a house with an address. It is the people we love and care about. Stan has his home with Trace and the baby. The silence in the room is deafening. I wonder if I would ever boast of having a home in the future. For now, I know I do not have one.

The book is called JERICHO (For obvious reasons) Follow my In$t@gr@m account of you want to read any of my kindle books or paperbacks : the handle us @authorkyliegopal.

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Hah“ ”Pfft. Why is my wife being so cute?“ ”Shut up, it wouldn't get me at all“ ”Let's go eat before the food gets cold“ *screen zooms at the very last page of the bool* A book is not just a piece of paper. It is a whole new world. A different dimension. A teacher that would show you things and teach you. A friend that would comfort you and save you. A vehicle that would bring you to a far far away land without even moving from where you are. Just like a journey filled with thousands of different car. Going to various of places that is very far.

He was tall and composed with Elena balanced against his chest like she belonged there. Their daughter looked so safe with him. The house felt safe now. People laughed loudly in it. Justin argued about math homework in the kitchen. Elena crawled into rooms like she owned them. Music played while dinner was cooking. Sometimes Lillian left books face down on tables because she knew nobody would yell about it. The mansion had stopped feeling like a fortress pretending to be a home. It had become a home accidentally. That evening it rained. The rain was soft against the windows like spring rain.

before finally putting the book down for the night, this ending is for you. May you always find your way back to the people who make you feel like home. I love you all. Thank you a million times.

Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

"I also think that I knew you before the notebook incident. But as far as I remember I never associate myself with you." Prince Caspian nod. "Yeah... maybe I saw you somewhere beside I'm a reader." Peach blush. What the heck?! Prince Caspian is her reader?! "Oh... Which book? Or what story?" She ask. Trying to pull herself and blocking the blushing. Damn! That doesn't sound right. Trying to block the blushing? "I like the one that you wrote about a two love birds forgetting each other. That's the only romance story that I have read in my entire life. I'm into thriller and horror you know." Oh, Prince Caspian likes that story of her.

It was already morning when I realized I was only half way through my Sherlock Holmes book. I used to read faster than that but for the past few days the feeling of being someone else was looming over me. I didn’t want to dwell on that fact and I certainly didn’t want my family to worry about me. “I just have to suck it up until I find out what has been causing this.” I say to myself as I cross my room to my computer. I check my messages or even emails from my professors but there was none. “Geez, even not having to do anything is bugging me.”