Just Like Home Novels & Stories

Hillary Home. I used to think home was like a house where your mom and dad and immediate family lived. I don’t think so anymore. I think home is wherever you want it to be. Wherever you have gotten so used to and comfortable in. And there can be more than one home. Home is not a building; sometimes it’s not even the people—it’s just you.

His hand didn't move. I was almost asleep when the front door opened. Footsteps in the hall. Light ones, the specific rhythm of someone trying not to wake people up and mostly succeeding. Then a pause outside, somewhere and then Brynn's voice, bright and completely unbothered, aimed at whoever might be listening "I'm home!" I opened my eyes at the same moment Evander opened his.

Chapter One : The Calm We are often captivated by our own perceptions, creating our reality to be warped. Ella looked down at her son and her heart swelled. She could look into his eyes a million times, it would still have the same effect on her. Her journey had been troublesome and tiresome but she prides herself in knowing that every moment created this magical one . Her hospital room was not fancy in the slightest, but to her tired soul it was heaven. The room bared no pictures on the walls. Besides a little roll table, IV pole and her bed, the room was empty. Minus her child who made the room feel completely full to her. So captivated by her newborn baby, Ella smiles in triumph.

If I could, I’d happily be adopted into this family, to be giving delicious foods daily, wake up to the smell of fresh breads every morning and be surrounded by lavender fields and friendly neighbours, this was the dream. Out of all the places I’ve visited with Marcel, this tops them all off, I could draw the sun rises and sunset here for the rest of my life, the landscape, buildings and views were breathtaking. This is the epitome of heaven and where I’d request to go once I die.

But she was in the house just mumbling. Just your kind of fun. No time does not pass that you are not happy. You feel that you are free. Everything you can do. But once I thought why am I just like this, you homeless... you feel that you are alone. There is no freedom. It's good that the birds are free to fly anywhere they want. But for me? Here's to stock at home. Doing nothing reading a book.. watching TV, lying down, using your cellphone.. you don't realize you're getting old when you're at home.. all day.

“The call is strong and very alluring, can’t you feel it. Myra frowned. “Nothing like that, Just feel like it looks amazing which it does.” She replied. Moe shook her head once more. “No it is more than that. It felt like home, one which I miss so much, like a good feeling and that is strange because I don’t associate good feeling and missing with the word home.”

It feels like a true home, filled with love and care. "Welcome," Lola says, leading me inside. "Make yourself at home. You're safe here." I feel a lump in my throat as I step into the warmth of her house. The contrast between the destruction I left and the serenity here is stark. This place feels like a sanctuary, a much-needed refuge from the storm of emotions and chaos. I can't help but feel grateful for Lola's kindness and the sense of peace her home exudes.

I really don't know how to deal with them. My mom likes Chloe a lot. She always told me that how come I can't be just like her. And I answered her simply because I am Marga, in short for Margaret, my name is too long to Its right? So yeah that's simple reason. But she said that I should be like her. She even told me that she used to be just like her when she was young. And I asked myself quietly. Am I really my mom's daughter? Because let's face it. It's really true that she's like my cousin.

“Are you sure? Apart from the humidity and the mosquitoes, it feels a lot like home to me.” I look out over our tribe and my laughing mate. For the first time in a long while, I’m truly happy, and Jessica is right, this place does feel like home.

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