Just Like Home Book Novels & Stories

**CHAPTER 2** It was never wrong when they said there's no place like home. Natasha finally returned home,and arising from her bed feeling so jiggy in the wee hours of the morning. Her bedroom was quite an extravagant space designed to reflect her luxurious lifestyle and personal tastes. The color scheme leans towards girly and elegant tones. The walls is adorned with textured wallpaper, featuring delicate patterns and floral motifs, adding a touch of sophistication.

The little girl thought for a moment, opened the bag behind her, took out a book, and handed it to him, saying, "Take a look at this. There are many answers in it." Joe took it and the little girl waved at him. "Big Brother, I'm going home. You should go home too." She ran toward her mother. Joe looked down at the cover of the book: "A hundred thousand reasons." All of a sudden, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and at the same time, he felt much more comfortable. He seemed to have figured it out, and his heart was no longer so heavy. When he got home, Jane came out of the car and saw Joe walking back. She asked in surprise, "Where's your car?"

And that day I just came back home after getting the book as suddenly I started getting bored with the place, and so I just came home only to soon start reading the book after having food and surprisingly it was a book about a girl who suddenly gets genius after she gets a book and I found the book quite exciting as well as amazing That's why I just decided to keep it with me and continue reading it until it gets over and as decided I also started reading the book but after sometimes I came to know about the fact that the incidents which are written in the book is coming into reality which is happening to me in real life which really started scaring me as soon according to the story I came t

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.

It was a much needed recharge. “I didn’t use the bus.” I say still amazed at the fact that Oliver gave me a ride home last night. The most amazing thing is how much we talked. T felt normal and easy to sit next to him. I was still nervous but I wasn’t freaking out. He’s very fun to talk to. “Oliver offered to take me home.” I say and Kelly looks at me her eyes bulging out. “Tell me more.” She says looking at me excited. “I want know every detail, what happened? What did he says? How was it?” She asks throwing all these question at me. I can’t keep up with any of them; I don’t know which one to answer first.

My half-brother, Jim Sullivan, pushed me down a snowy mountain, leaving me with a fractured spine. My mom, Doris Moore, and my wife, Julia Stone, rushed me to the hospital in a panic. Later, they learned that I might be permanently paralyzed. To put my mind at ease, Julia held up a ring and swore that she would take care of me for the rest of my life. Mom also cut ties with Jim, saying she would make him pay for what he had done. They told me Jim fell off a cliff while trying to escape, and they never found his body. I believed them. That was until three years into my marriage, a friend sent me a video. In the footage, Jim, who was supposed to be dead, was holding a child in his left

I haven’t heard of any of them. How did Justus learn to read? Can everyone in Last Pack? I was always told that they can’t. I flip through the book with the sun on the front. The font is small, and the paragraphs are long. I skim the first page, but none of it sticks. My eyes slide along the words like they’re buttered. I’m about to put it back when someone whistles outside the den. My fingers fumble, and the book falls, wide open and face down.

The question was too simple—a trap. Valentina smiled slowly, “It’s loud. Flashy Greedy.” She let her eyes sweep the room. “Like a man who knows he’s handsome and can’t stop checking his own reflection.” The corner of Dante’s mouth twitched, almost—but not quite—a smile. “So you’ve been here before.” She tilted her head. “Does it matter?” “It matters,” Dante said, voice low, “because I don’t like strangers walking into my house without knocking.”

After the party last night, saying goodbye to Ella, I asked her out for lunch this time, it was my turn to ask her out, she said yes. We went to our home with a big wide smile plastered on my face, this was the best birthday ever, how did she even managed to find a little that likes reading and books. She even work in the book shop, see my love for stories did pay out, we found her, we still didn’t know how to ask her about being a little, or being our little to be exact. But we did agree on taking things slow with her, on letting her get used to us on her own terms and conditions.

]* Bedtime. Not Alex’s room. Not ‘through.’ Our room. Big bed. Knight bed. Day 1 bed. Twins. Middle. Already asleep. Sand in hair. _HOME_ washed off. Still there. Alex. End of bed. Book. _Not_ shark. _Not_ court. _Not_ 11 seconds. _The House That Was Just Home._ Susan wrote it. Last night. 4 AM. “Therapy,” she said. Illustrated it. Stick figures. Us. Bear. No bad men.