Just Like Home Novels & Stories

She missed being with this people, they were always lively. "I want to meet my other grandchildren. Nicole told me they all look alike," Nathan's father said. Willow nodded, "It seems so." "It's called family genes," Nicole said and turned to her. "I nearly mistook yours for mine when I came to pick Kassie up. It was the necklace that made me know the difference," she said and Willow smiled. "But Wave looks like Willow too. You can see Willow on her face," Noah said. "Now that's what I like!" Camilla exclaimed.

He turns following her finger with his eyes to where I am already watching him. "So if by the time the bar closes And you feel like falling down I'll carry you home Tonight."

DELIA Sometimes, I just wished to be a stone; a gigantic boulder. I didn't have to breathe, or move, or think, or say anything, or have a fucked up job with crazy people around, I didn't even have to get married. Hehe. I would just stay idle in one place, under winter, and spring. I lay on my bed that morning almost like a stone. I didn't do anything except blink when urged to. I tried staring at the wall but my watery eyes wouldn't let me.

Hayan strolled again when Hajin was at last far away from him. He abruptly feels light, similar to something exceptionally enormous that has happened to him. However, it's too much for Hayan. He's certain that he will forget this day. He didn't even realize that he is jumping and singing while walking at the same time. ling.

I was furious, but now replaying everything in my head, I seem crazy. I am now back in my room. It is dark, and the sun is beginning to set. I decide I'll go out to my balcony and watch the sunset. I am wearing sheer black pajamas, and the breeze tonight in Hampstead is beautiful. Once upon a time, I used to hate living in Maryland, but now it is home. I wonder if Aiden is originally from this area, and I think maybe that should have been a question I asked him. There are a lot of things I wished I asked him. I wonder why I did not just speak to him more when we were talking. I held back so much. Why? Why is it so hard for me takedown walls I cannot even see exists? Life would be simpler if

Sil and I were called by a maid to meet with Daylight. “Training time.” she said with a smile reaching both ears. "I have a bad feeling about this." Sil said as Daylight lead us to the back door. She opened it and a whole backyard opened up. Fresh air swept my face. The lawn was neatly trimmed, flowers where everywhere in all shapes, sizes and colors. Trees surrounded the place but, strangely enough there was a path that lead to a dojo like structure at the far end. “This is much better than the backyard we have at home.” Sil said giddily looking around amazed by the sight.

He cleared his throat. "You only said all those things because you wanted us to pay more attention to you, didn't you? But you're never home. Viv's the one who's been with us the entire time. "And yet, you come home and make a huge fuss about it because of your jealousy and pettiness. Is that what your mom and I taught you when you were young? "You'd better put that attitude away while you're back. Stop making the entire family awkward and upset during the holiday season. And don't do this again. You're being exceptionally rude. Now go out and help your mom with dinner!"

As the criticisms from the crowd grew louder, Mom and Dad hurriedly dragged me out of the store. … Back at home, Dad threw me into my room. "You bastard! You did this on purpose to embarrass us, didn't you? Was that your revenge on us? Kneel in your room and reflect!" I kneeled down smoothly, slightly bowing my waist. They didn't know that in the show, kneeling was the most basic thing. It wasn't even considered punishment. I didn't know how much time had passed, but then I heard Jake's voice from outside the door. "Why send him food? He's embarrassed our whole family. Why should he eat? Don't even give him water. He won't starve to death in one night."

My home. Forever. ----- **THE END**

I could almost feel the flutter of movement—or probably my imagination since the baby’s too young yet—but either way, it made my chest tighten with both affection and fear. “Mommy’s sorry, okay?” I whispered. “You and I, as well as your auntie Amara, will have a feast at home.” —--- I opened the door to our apartment, only to be greeted by Amara’s panicked and frustrated expression. Her eyebrows were knitted and irritation was visible throughout her face as she looked at the paper she’s currently holding. “What’s up with that expression?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “That landlord again! She raised the rent!” Amara hissed, slamming the paper onto the kitchen counter. “This is the fourth time