Nobody's Home Avril Lavigne Novels & Stories

"Sophia Miller vanished without a word back then. Now that August is a Beta of the Aurelis Pack, she must've realized she made the wrong call. She probably cried into her pillow every night." Another voice chimed in. "But Sophia, if you're going to fake a casual run-in, at least dress the part, yeah? What are you wearing? Even my grandma wouldn't be caught dead in that." "Don't tell me you couldn't even afford a decent outfit after leaving August. That's rough. Looks like you've really hit rock bottom." What none of them knew was that my clothes had been custom-designed, chosen by someone my mate, Ryder Weyland, hired, with my pregnancy in mind—every thread tailored for comfort.

What's going on? SONG FOR THE MOMENT; Head Above Water - Avril Lavigne

Questions swirled in her mind. Slowly, compelled by curiosity, Melissa retraced her steps toward the bed. She approached silently, mindful not to disturb the sleeper. As she drew closer, she caught a glimpse of a flawlessly chiseled profile—a face defined by dark features, thick eyelashes, and raven-black hair. "Jeremy Nobody...?" Melissa whispered, her voice betraying both surprise and disbelief. How on earth did she end up in his house?

I changed my phone number, my little girl had started grade school, and life had finally smoothed out for me. I had set up a cozy milk tea shop right by her school, and it became a hangout for the local girls. They would come in for a drink and sometimes spill their hearts out to me. One day, a girl confided, "Ms. Parker, I wish my mom was as kind as you. She's so harsh, telling me if I don't make it into high school, I should just work or get married. It's like she doesn't love me at all."

’ Vineet asked. ‘I have done that. I am just a bit emotional,’ she replied. But she soon composed herself and sounded better. She was not crying anymore. It feels bad when you have never been away from your parents and suddenly you had to stay all by yourself, away from them. At that moment you feel awful and you want to just go back home. Some find the situation difficult to handle. ‘If you are feeling home sick, you must go back home this weekend,’ I suggested. ‘Yes, you are right. I am just going to do that. I am going home tomorrow,’ she replied.

"When I turn the lights out, when I close my eyes, reality overcomes me, I'm living a lie." ~Avril Lavigne Four days later "By now I hope you've known the faces of all those in the file I brought because you will be associated with them these three weeks you will be replacing me. Since there are the weeks before my wedding, there are a few people you need to know because they are important, others you can just excuse yourself by blaming it on the stress of running around and making preparation for the wedding." when she finishes, she's already down the stairs and walking towards me.

Near midnight on friday night, Leesa sat at her desk, pouring over her biology book. Avril Lavigne’s “Goodbye Lullaby” CD was playing softly in the background for the third or fourth time. Leesa had been too consumed with her studying to bother changing it, but this time the raucous sounds of “What the Hell” pulled her attention away from the book. The parts about needing time to play and needing to be a bit crazy sure sounded like a good idea to her right now.

She was just about to start singing Avril Lavigne’s Complicated when I stole the mic. Chill out, what ya yellin' for? Lay back, it's all been done before And if, you could only let it be, you will see I like you the way you are When we're driving in your car And you're talking to me one on one, but you become Somebody else 'Round everyone else You're watching your back Like you can't relax You try to be cool You look like a fool to me Tell me

I play with my fingers on my lap. "It's so not healthy." He says. Worry evident in his tone. "Hmm." I hum. He gets the hint I don't wanna talk about it, anyways he will find out tonight. I turn on the radio and 'I'm so tired' by Lauv and Troye Sivan comes on. One of my favorites. I sing along. 'I'm so tired of love songs, tired of love songs Tired of love songs, tired of love Just wanna go home, wanna go home

she said. Vaeron said nothing. But something in his chest cracked and he whispered: “She’s remembering who she is.” Deep in the Deadwood, they howl without sky. No moons. No law. Outcasts among outcasts. I came to them bleeding. They laughed, they bared teeth. But when I spoke, the ground trembled. And they bowed. “Luna of No One,” they said and gave me their dead. The night was quiet. Too quiet. Seris struck while I slept. No blade. Just words.