Just Like Home Novels & Stories

They had changed back into their normal hair and clothes style. “Better day spent out than being home?” He asked and Jhonia scoffed at him, she lowered her head but glanced up with a smile. “There is no place other than home, a homebody is a home-full person. Nowhere is better than being at home. You can have everything outside at home and feel great, but you can’t home everything outside.” She responded to him, explaining the difference in her point of view of home and outside. He smiled and looked at her as he understood what she meant. In other words, she was homing Nearce as her home everywhere, but she refused to do it twice. She would rather have everything home with her instead.

I sat alone in my dark room, which had very little light. It wasn't really a home for me. There was a poor, off-white couch in the corner with tattered edges, and the scent of yesterday night's pizza still hung in the air. I held my phone tightly in my hand, which was the only way I could communicate with the outside world. I scroll through social media over and over again. Every new post on my feed reminds me of what I've lost. Friends at family events. Smiles that I used to be a member of.

Some people make you feel so loved and safe that you instantly feel at home. They may not be there for you physically but they will be the people you want to return to. They will be your peace when things are at war inside you. Keep looking and never give up until you find your home. —Mehak Gupta *plays 'Home' from Bright in the bg*

Will you eat and come? I got no reply to that message all the way home. I opened the door and let myself into an empty and dark space yet again. “I’m home.” For a moment there, I pictured Kaori-nee and Aki-chan popping up at the entryway. “Welcome home, Kake-jii!” “Kakeru-kun, welcome home. Dinner is almost ready. Hurry. Go have a bath and come to eat.” I crouched where I stood and cradled my head in my palms. My head hurt. Why did I have to go think about that now?!

It was the sense of familiarity that struck me as I looked at the beautiful home. It was like I had been there before, the sense of déjà vu that I got from it all was too strong to ignore. " Welcome home, Young master, Young Madame,"

Spew. Aiden Buckland's fancy car pulls into my driveway. His blonde locks are flowing again. His light brown eyes find mine. I like hanging out with him. Even if we are only friends who are pretending. I do like him. He is a kind soul. I am thrilled to go to his soccer game and watch him kick the ball around.

I swiftly exited the car, the staff opening the door and carrying my suitcase. "Mommy! Daddy! Grandma!" Their eyes lit up as they saw me, and they enveloped me in a warm hug. I couldn't help but cry in their arms. "Lara, dear! We've missed you so much. "I missed my lovely parents too." "Welcome home, my grand daughter!" they chimed simultaneously. Yes, this is where I truly belong—here with my family. I had been momentarily blinded by the illusion of another place as home, another life. Maybe we were never meant for each other, and as I embraced my family, I found solace in the certainty of their love.

Though I felt suffocated and imprisoned in my own home , spending that time with Aeron made it beautiful . " What ? Ew no way . Let's play would you rather . " He grins . I roll my eyes . " Michael that's a pretty childish game . " And he dared to make fun of my country game ? It was just a suggestion . " Better than your stupid country game . Sounds like something someone would play when they like being ' always right ' or ' the knowledgable wise one ' .. isn't it ? " He taunts .

He always tries to sneak in cookie dough into his mouth whenever he thinks she's not looking. But the few smiles and short worded replies he always produced were enough for Charlie, for now. Charlie's household is like a little family. Tristan, being the go-out-and-work probable husband. Blurin, the quite always-in-room brother of the family and Charlie? The work-from-home probable wife and housekeeper. Blurin didn't come down for breakfast. Tristan didn't go to work today seeing as it's his day off. Charlie has successfully upped her game. Miguel's advice keeps ringing at the back of her head.

The next day, Gabe updated his Instagram with a new photo. A blanket covered his lower abdomen. One hand held up the camera, deliberately revealing his chest and the ambiguous marks along his neck. On the other pillow, a woman's profile could be seen—eyes still closed. Caption: [So what? She's still mine.] The post was made visible only to me. No—also to Carrie. Because she had liked it. I glanced at it casually, then tapped "like" myself before going to sleep.