My Home Hero Novels & Stories

“Possibly more. Someone took photos of my home from the street. Of a minor under my roof.” His entire body went still. “Luna,” he said. Her eyes snapped to his. “You don’t get to say her name,” she said, low. He took a breath like he was biting down on glass. “They’re watching *your* house,” he said. “While I’m stuck in here.” “That’s the part that concerns you?” she asked. “Your inability to play hero in person?”

The instant I took over the administrator's position, the mechanical voice echoed through the instance once more. "Game forcibly initiated. All players must enter Happy Home within thirty minutes. Failure to comply will result in consequences at your own risk." In an instant, everyone shuddered violently. They rushed toward the residential complex in a frantic stampede. After they had all entered, my mother carefully used her ghost energy to heal me. She examined me over and over again, checking every inch of my body. Only after confirming I had no other injuries did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

I glanced sideways and saw Isabella desperately trying to hide her face behind my shoulder, yet her hand clung to mine with a strength that surprised me. Amid the deafening cheers, I looked at my family in the front row. Their faces were almost ashen. In that moment, I felt no vindication or even hatred. Because at last, in this reckoning 20 years overdue, I'd taken that scarred little girl by the hand and led her home. I finally understood that home wasn't where one was born, but where the love was.

Thinking about how much I had once trusted Gary made me feel disgusted. Her latest post was a video about a tour of the large apartment my mother had left me. In the video, she said in a smug tone, "After living in this 3,200-square-foot apartment overlooking the Redwyne River for so long, I'm starting to feel that this place is a little small. If my husband weren't so sentimental, I would really want to sell it off cheap." Many of her online fans immediately commented. [Wow, you want to sell such a beautiful apartment with that view?]

My mechanics were flawless–and because I could crush heavy spenders without spending a single cent–I built a massive reputation. People called me the F2P Mage God. Half a month ago, the old secondhand computer that fought alongside me for years finally gave out. I only just returned to the Cole family and did not get around to setting up a new rig yet. To participate in a guild war tournament, I borrowed Janet Cole's laptop once to log in. I did not expect her to secretly save my password. My parents are soft-hearted. Even after discovering she was not their biological daughter, they could not let go of the years of attachment. So she stayed–still the second young miss of the Cole family.

"I've always conducted myself properly, unlike you and your long list of men! Only someone as rotten as Maverick would suit you!" I continued, "I'll say it one more time. I bought this apartment for 1.5 million. You have no right to be here." I pulled out my phone to call the police. But Maverick, who'd been avoiding eye contact this whole time, suddenly lunged forward like a madman. He snatched my phone and smashed it on the floor, then roared at me. "Chloe, don't push your luck! What do you mean your house? You gave it to me last month to settle a debt. Don't even think about going back on that now."

"Don't you have a watch with a GPS now, Gary? I've told you before—the watch shows you the way home. You can always find your own way back." After all these years, those words still echoed in my mind. The things I couldn't wrap my head around back then, I finally understood now. The way home? The moment Brent returned, I no longer had a home. The following afternoon, Brent showed Aubrey a video. In it, only my back was visible. His assistant, Trevor Prescott, asked, "Mr. Gary, would you like to come home?" Without turning around, "I" replied impatiently, "Tell Mom and Dad that I'm doing great here, and I'm never going back."

Sky was stunned. 'Our? my home? my own home?', Sky couldn't speak for a while. "Yes, it is our home", Elliot held her hands gently. "This is so beautiful", Sky had tears in her eyes. Elliot really knew her the best. He knew how Sky longed for her own home where she can feel a sense of belonging. She had always been living under a continuous fear that one day she'd be abandoned by everyone. Elliot knew her darkest nightmare so he wanted to make her feel secure.

NICHOLAS (Age 16, 4 years ago) The picture frame of our family that hung on the wall fell down the floor with a loud crash that caused the glass to shatter and scatter across the floor where my mom laid, her arms curled protectively against her middle as she cried. Her nose was broken, I could tell from the way the blood was gushing out. She had several cuts all over her face and lips. I looked up to see the figure that loomed over her, breathing heavily as he towered above my mom's small frame, the man that is my father, Jack.

I noticed that Alex was more attentive to this house than the others so I decided to approach him. "You seem to like this house," I said as I wrap my hand around his arm. "Yeah, I do," he replied as he gazes through the backyard. "Any reason?" I asked. "This is where we used to live before my dad passed," he said, giving me a sad smile. No wonder he was approaching this house differently. "I didn't even know it was on sale. I thought this house would've been destroyed or abandoned," he said with awe. "This is the nearest one to your university as well," I said, giving him a knowing smile.