No Place Like Home Novel Novels & Stories

So, so dirty. "I will take care of you, babygirl." He tells me but he is lying. Everyone says that but nobody does so. My own parents does not. Why would he? "I want to go home." I tell him, boldly, despite the slight tremor in my voice. Now that I said it out loud, I remembered that I do not know what a home is. I am not even sure if I have a home. I read in a book that the home is where heart is. But my heart is nowhere except with me.

A home built on stories and inside jokes, not just bricks. And for a second, something tightens in my chest. A quiet ache. Because I've never known this kind of home. I've lived surrounded by walls, guards, and order. The kind of safety that keeps you locked in, not comforted. Everything clean, polished, precise... and empty. This place feels like the opposite of that. It feels alive. "So, you know who we are and you're still here?" The voice comes from the corner, low and slightly amused.

; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} Henry’s POV Home. That’s how that place felt like on that day. They say a home is not necessarily the place where one lives. Sometimes, it’s a person. Without Lena, it had just been a building out in the woods. The man I rented it from had told me it used to belong to his father who had been quite a recluse. The man had spoken like one who had not been proud of his father though he himself had looked close to being homeless. While the house was in a

he stated while sooping onto his ramen. "Oh." Realization dawned on me as I scrolled further down, checking the properties out. Last night talking to Joseph had pushed me to broaden my mind and review this matter from new angles. All this time, I had been attempting to save the place my mother introduced to me as home, but only recently did I realize it was the people and not the place she intended for me to take care. Home was where the people happily lived together. So I decided to move the seniors somewhere Montero wouldn't be able to harm or use anymore. A new home. Blake insisted on helping me with the financial matter. Even Brooke agreed to support.

She misses the soft sighs whenever her breath brushes Asom's neck. Come back home. This room had been a safe place for a very long time, but now, with Monika missing, it feels like nothing more than what it originally was. A room. Nothing more. Because home is no longer a place. His home has become a person. And that person is gone. Just come home.

And then, right in front of him, she extinguished that light over and over again with her own hands. … Winter in Northspire has no snow. Only endless cold rain, and a damp chill that seeps into everything. I rented a small apartment overlooking the sea. Most days, the view beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows was nothing but a gray blur. I canceled my old phone number and cut off every connection to my past. My parents transferred money to me, but I didn't touch it. I lived on the savings I'd accumulated before, allowing myself to truly rest for a while.

I didn’t even look back. Because looking back meant I’d hesitate. It meant I’d feel everything again—the betrayal, the confusion, the stupid sliver of hope still lodged in my chest like a shard of glass. So I stared straight ahead as the city disappeared behind me, letting every bump of the road jolt me further away from it all. I went home. Not the apartment I paid for but barely lived in. Not the crowded skyline or the noise that never sleeps. I mean real home. The little village curled between sleepy green hills and the sigh of the ocean breeze. Where the stars weren’t hidden by glass towers and smoke. Where silence didn’t feel like loneliness—it felt like peace.

“Come inside. We’ve made a place for you.” I glance at Leo, and he nods. I step inside their home, clutching the bread close to my chest like it might anchor me to their world. For the first time in my life, I’m not behind a locked door. I’m not hidden. I’m not being poisoned, or silenced, or shrinking into shadows. I’m walking into the heart of a village under the open sky, and somehow… it feels like coming home, and these people feel like family.

Alex said, the smile on his face became wider when she looked away. “There isn't much to like here” There wasn't much to like in a place like this. Was it the nosy neighbors, who didn't like to mind their business. Or the glances of people here anytime She passed. She hated it here, but couldn't afford to move yet. She didn't have enough for the big move she wanted. With everything that had happened it had really set her back and she had to dig into her savings so she wouldn't lose the house when her mother was ill and now that her mother was gone she was stuck here and had nowhere to hide. The only person that wasn't all that nosy was Florence, but she was getting married and had moved to a

I sit up and take a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sleep so long, where are we?” I ask rubbing my eyes and stretching “We are in Mobile Alabama ” he says keeping his eyes on the road “It’s fine it was nice to just think to myself for a while. You were right Ro; it does suck not having anyone else but our family. I wish I could grow relationships with people and know they will be in my future, but that’s just not the life we were given, and I hate to say this, but we just have to deal with it.”