Sing You Home Novels & Stories

It late oh my God how will I get home now I think I will have to call chizzy. Hello hey chizzy what's up Hey babe you cool what happened Can u come pick me up and at the middle of the road I just Got lost and I think I can't walk home Sorry babe but am in a party can't come,but hey why don't you take the Ally it the easy way to get you home I don't know girl am scared it takes the spirit inside me to just run

Lukas asked without hesitation. “Well…” “You should sing at the daily bar today,” Lukas added before she could answer his question. “No, I have never sung a song to crowds before.” Ivana waved her hands, shaking her head profusely. “You would get used to it girl,” Hinn added. “Well, for now, I just think you have had your first song.” Nicholas raised the record he had taken up for her to see and Ivana’s eyes dilated as she looked at them. Hinn took the recorder from Nicholas, glancing down at it he smiled. “We would have to do some work on the beat for your song and then you would have to perform it.”

I started to hum a song when I feel his chest heaved. "All of my life, I thought I was right. Looking for something new. Stuck in my ways like old-fashioned days but all the roads lead me to you. The house that you're living in, don't make it a home. But, feeling lonely doesn't mean you're alone." I saw him smiling and I beamed proudly as I continue to sing.

The sad singing voice in Tania's ears stopped. "So you really can hear me ..." the ghost replied in disbelief, his voice right behind Tania's place. She really wanted to say it out loud, for the man to just stop. So that the ghost who had just been singing in his deep baritone voice (he looked at Tania innocently as Tania struggled so hard to ignore the pretty voice) to go far away. However, based on her experience so far, it has only attracted public attention. Makes them think Tania is a stressed girl who talks to the empty air.

~I want to breathe, I hate this night I want to wake up, I hate this dream I'm trapped inside of myself and I'm dead Don't wanna be lonely Just wanna be yours~ -(BTS) Save Me --- --- --- --- --- "You are home sire." "I am." "And you are late." "Indeed." "And you seem rather flustered." "I do- what?" "Your cheeks sire. You are red as the red moon." "No I'm not.” "Yes you are."

"You have a ride home?" She paused. "Yeah. I'll catch a bus." He looked like he wanted to say something, but just gave a small nod. "Alright. See you tomorrow." "Goodnight," she replied. He left first, his footsteps fading. Ava lingered for a second longer before slinging her bag over her shoulder and heading out into the night. As the night air wrapped around her, she glanced up at the darkening sky and muttered a small prayer that the buses were still running.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and it was clear she hadn't been doing well lately. "Gideon… I know I messed up. What happened with Keith—that was my fault. But you've been overseas for so long, seeing all kinds of women. I think that makes us even. Come back home with me, and let's get married. I'm willing to forget everything that's happened." It was rare for her to back down like this. But I had no intention of giving in. "You can go back by yourself." The moment I said it, her expression turned ugly.

“I'm Martha, your new maid.” Huh! “It's time to run your bath, Miss!”

What I remembered was Mom crouching in front of me, her eyes bright and kind, asking, "Do you want to come home with me?" I nodded. She smiled. Back then, her smile was prettier than anyone's at the group home. But just now, there had been no trace of that smile in her eyes. When she left holding my brother's hand, she did not even look back at me. Neither did Dad. They must really be planning to send me back. If they were going to say it sooner or later, I would rather go first. At least that way, it would not be quite so humiliating.

“Sever, welcome home.” “This time, you’re never allowed to leave again.”