Love Should Have Brought You Home Novels & Stories

"I'll make you so happy. I'll follow you anywhere. I'll never leave your side. Never. I love you, I love you, I love you." Her confession spurs my climax and I grit my teeth, smacking into her, rubbing the base of my shaft on her clit in fast, fast strokes, bringing us both off in a shaking rush of groans, grasping hands and hot plumes of liquid. I look her right in the eyes as we go through the storm together and she stares back into mine. And I vow in that moment that nothing, nothing will ever separate me from Harriet, this girl who has brought me out of a numb existence. Made me enjoy life again. Gave me love. Gave me a home. Her. She's my home. My world. A world that nothing can bring c

"I was worried you'd leave me!" Luveas looked at her gaunt face and also the worry that permeated her gaze. She was worried? He had no idea. "I was held back by work..." he responded softly. "...and I'm sorry for leaving you that long. I didn't mean to-" "I'm glad you're home!" interrupted Amethyst and hugged him tightly. She behaved as if she was with Topaz and had truly forgotten about what he was. Home? Luveas was speechless. Home. It was something that he had long forgotten when he decided to become king. He had long forgotten what it felt like to have someone to greet him upon his return.

"That's what love is, Haruto. Showing up. Even when it's hard. Especially when it's hard." I bring her hand to my lips. Kiss it. "Take me home," I say. She drives faster.

"I wanted you. Difficult, complicated, dimensionally-affected you. Even when I wasn't sure we could make it work." The words heal something in me that's been broken since the coffee shop confrontation. He chose me—not because he was bound to, not because it was easy, but because love is a choice you make every day. "We're home," Rhett announces as our house comes into view. Home. The word carries more weight now than it did when I first returned from the dimensional void. This isn't just the place where my family lives—it's where I belong, where I'm wanted, where I'm loved for exactly who I am.

Then, Rebecca's weak voice came through again, her words barely a whisper. "I love you, Bradley. I never stopped loving you, you passed the loyalty test, but....." Bradley's throat tightened, his chest aching with the weight of her words. "I love you too, Rebecca. I've never stopped loving you. I'm so sorry for everything... for all the pain I caused you, I betrayed you, I Betrayed the love I have for you.But I will make it right, I will fight for us. I will bring you back home,to your home."

I LOVE YOU, MY PRETTY BOY, ALWAYS AND FOREVER. That thought echoed in Isla’s mind, a profound realization that felt as though it had been building for years, waiting for this moment to finally emerge. She knew deep down that, eventually, she would find the right time to tell Vincent just how deeply she felt—how, despite everything they had gone through, her love for him had never wavered. She had always known that he was the one for her, and now, with him standing before her, with their love rekindled in such a raw, undeniable way, the words would come soon. She couldn’t hold onto them forever, not when the depth of her feelings was so vast. But for now, she let the moment linger, savoring t

A message from an unknown number. My heart beat. Unknown number: “It’s over. I'm coming home. I love you. I broke up. Smelled loud while Sophie kept me and wept. He lived. He came home. And at this moment I knew: No matter what would happen today — we had already won. Because we had.

"I told you Wife, I don't care. I love you no matter what. Whatever happened." -- "Kenzo.." And then I hugged Kenzo, he hugged me back. "Baby.." I bit my bottom lip just don't let me cry forever. He made me face him and I also saw the sadness in his eyes. "Baby you don't have to do this, you know I love you and so if you tolerate Ken-" I cut him off. "Yes I know you love me and please take me home now." "But-" I looked straight into his eyes and-

It was hard to part with home when home started to become people rather than a four-structured building. Love is home. Love can be home. Home is love. Home can be love. People don't have to settle somewhere to find love. Love can run around the world. That's the thrill of love. It's filled with so many ups and downs, that it feels like you had skating blades stitched to your feet from the moment you fell. The fall is almost as magical as the thrill. It's like you fall and fall but never stop falling. Sometimes the fall will do more significant damage than one can realise. The feeling of Love is so amazing that you won't understand or feel it until you are too deep to be pulled in.

“Sounds like something Mum would say.” “Hey, Zara. I know it may seem like love isn’t meant for you, but give it time. Try to give Damien a chance.” “It’s not that easy, Mandy. I still love Jason,” I said, feeling the ache in my chest. “I know. No one said it was easy. But when love comes calling, you might want to answer…” She might be right, but can I? I feel like I’ve built a wall, and the phone call love might use to reach me has been cut. ⸻