Take Me Home Novels & Stories

I yelled out in reply my tears not ceasing. "I'm sorry, I couldn't bring myself to do it" he whispered I sat there in silence for a few moments, trying to process everything that had just happened. I wanted to believe him, but my trust had been shattered, and I wasn't sure if I could ever fully forgive him. "Take me home," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "Ariana, we ..." "Take me home!" He repeated in a calm but stiff voice, leaving no room for arguments.

"I'm good Jaxon. Please can you take me home?" "Did I say something..." " Is almost past midnight Jaxon, please take me home" "Okay"

"And you go home." ***

**Homecoming** The familiar scent of home—the faint aroma of Claire’s lavender candles, the comforting smell of old wood, and the lingering hint of last night’s rain—filled the air as the Hayes family finally stepped through their front door. Despite the exhaustion from the relentless chase and the constant threat looming over them, the warmth of their home brought a fleeting sense of safety. For the first time in what felt like ages, they were back where they belonged. But the sanctuary of their home was tempered by the reality of the battles still ahead.

The next time I saw Nicole again was after I had a bone marrow transplant. Nicole threw a suicide note in my face. "Ray, what the hell did you say to Simon?" I read the letter. Then, I realized what Nicole was thinking. Simon, who had the same Rh-negative blood as I did, had donated his bone marrow for my transfusion. Furthermore, he told Nicole that he did not want to be a homewrecker who everyone would despise. He did not want to be the one to destroy our family. To make Nicole and me happy, Simon chose to commit suicide at an unknown, quiet place.

He spoke softly, waiting for me. “Yeah, the station.” “Oh, did you lose something?” concern filled his voice. “You wouldn't believe me if I told you,” I laughed, the pain in my chest subsiding but leaving a dull throb that had a familiar rhythm. “Well, I can call the cops over, so why don't you come home?” Home. “Is that Caroline?” I heard Marylin in the background. “Can she please pick up some groceries on her way here? I'm craving apple pie.”

Brake asked as his brows furrowed and his jaw tightened, his eyes squinting. “Not second chance mate.” “Fuck…” I said and jumped out of the truck. “I need to bring you home,” “I don’t want to go home, I just want to forget about my pains and I don’t want anyone to be hurt and that home had all that bad energy. Brake, sink your fangs in me, so I could with you.” His eyes bulge, “Claimed me.”

He returned the phone to the table and sprinted to me. "What's Wrong?" "Wrong? Why... nothing... why'd you think... uh... did I say anything?" "Something is wrong." "Okay, fine. Something is wrong. We have to return home as soon as possible. If it's possible, tomorrow, or tonight." "Okay, but why?" "There's a lot to handle in the company, my manager can't do it alone anymore, I need to be there so we're returning tomorrow. Call Faith over to help you pack your bags."

he said softly. My throat burned as I swallowed. As if calling my name was a switch to make me finally break down. "Take me home, Martin," I whispered, my voice coming out rough. I tightened my grip on his arms, like letting go might make me fall apart right where I stood. "Please… just take me home."

“Take me home.” Because whatever this was, whatever had lodged itself under my ribs tonight, I couldn’t outrun it. And deep down, I knew exactly whose name it carried.