Novels Home Novels & Stories

It's been ten years since I followed my fated mate, Grace Murphy, into the human world. Her childhood friend, Fred Williams, is dying. His one last wish? To experience marriage. Grace said yes. She told me she wanted to give her wedding to Fred. I didn't cry. I didn't fight. I just smiled, slid the ring off my finger, and handed it back to her. She brought Fred home and said she wanted to give him a home. I said, “Okay,” softly, and stepped aside—clean, neat, no fuss. She wanted to take Fred to Hawaii—the honeymoon destination I'd been dreaming about for years. I still helped her book everything, calm and composed. The day she boarded that plane, I finally answered the summons from my pack.

Nova’s tiny hands trembled. Adrian touched her forehead. “What is she sensing?” Seraphina’s eyes narrowed. “Something she recognizes.” Hope frowned. “Recognizes?” Nova was born only recently. How could she recognize something beneath Evera? Then Nova stopped crying. She pointed toward the crack. A single word escaped her lips. “Home.” Hope froze. Adrian’s face changed. “Home?” Nova nodded. Hope stared at the crack. “You think that’s her home?” Seraphina stepped closer.

The assets he'd tried to hide were recovered through legal channels and returned to my accounts. Looking at the long string of numbers in my bank balance, I felt nothing. I used part of the money to compensate the neighbors for repairs to their damaged homes. As for the destroyed villa, I didn't bother rebuilding it. Instead, I bought a new house and designed it myself. I'd never have to worry about explosions again. Three years later, I'd become one of the top designers in the industry. No one called me "the survivor of that explosion case" anymore. They only knew me as Evelyn Summers, award-winning designer.

It took me three whole days to finally move all my things out of Cicio’s house. I was in the middle of packing into the car when he suddenly came home. The housekeeper was a very sweet woman called Anna. Seeing Cicio's appearance, she hurried to him. “Don Russo, please, will you talk some sense into our Dani! Couples fight and cold-shoulder each other all the time, and it's supposed to be temporary! I mean, it’s not like you're really breaking up!”

“Ro can you please come down we need to talk” I hear my mother yell from downstairs. I looked around my room that I’ve only been living in for eight months, I am from a military family, so we move around quite often. We’ve never stayed in a place long enough for my family and I to call it home. I wish I understood what it was like to grow up in a place and have friends that I’ve known longer than a few months, but instead I have many acquaintances that by the time I’m at the next city they don’t remember my name.

The dining hall was grand, with long tables set for a feast, and I knew, without a doubt, that my babies and I were finally home, and best of all we had our mate and chosen family with us here. ____________________ This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and KindleVella.

I have to make a note to look it up, when we get to town, aas i want to make sure I"m ready for any possibility of a family. Family. It's been such a long time, since I had a family, and already with her here, it feels like a home, not just a cabin, where I rest my head. I remember how my mom made out house a home, and how loely it felt the weeks after she died. Dad felt it too, and I know he died of a broken heart, even if his doctor didn't agree with me. With Sydney here, she's able to bring it to life, just like my mother brought our home to life. I know my mom would love Sydney, and I wish they could have met.

“ It might seem like that sometimes, but like I said before, life is more about how you react to what happened to you. Take those soldiers who went to war and came back a shadow of themselves? Yeah, they'd lost something they'd once treasured, but it's honestly not really what they lost that matters but how they react to what's lost. ” “ Hm… ” Mira thought about the book they'd just finished reading which shook both of them. The book was titled, Home front by a best selling author, Kristin Hannah. The book had been based on a woman who'd gone to war with the dreadful words of, “ I don't love you anymore. ” from her husband.

Ri says as he walks up the last few steps. I walk up the last few steps and move to stand next to Ri. Natural light filters in through the room. The entirety of the walls is covered in books. In the middle of the room are white sofas and mahogany round coffee tables. "Wow. This is amazing." "It's my favorite part of the house," he says and moves to sit on the sofa's armrest. I walk to one wall eager to see the kind of books they keep. I skim through the names of books and they all classic novels. All of Jane Austen's novels from Pride and Prejudice to The Watsons, take up one shelf. Above that shelf are Oscar Wilde novels.

Glossy faces, rich in the scent of Chanel perfume, subtly with expensive, silken clothes. Home Sweet Home is one of the most famous restaurants in Queens, of course only here, how can it compete with the luxury of Manhattan. But it is also one of the few restaurants to receive two Michelin stars. Anyway, Home Sweet Home does not need that sparkle, but it is still known by many people as a reliable address to satisfy the vanity that rises to the tip of the tongue by infatuating the senses. Home Sweet Home was created by Macken Manson - a chef with a face like an executioner. Macken is a novice among thousands of culinary masters in New York, but within three years of opening the store, he was