Take Me Home Novels & Stories

I followed Vanessa Gomez across the ocean for love. But five years later, my permanent residence application had been rejected time and again. Meanwhile, the fake heir Harry Lane who came to my place and stayed already got his permanent residence in three short months. Vanessa herself had hired an immigration lawyer to rush his application. Disappointed, I told her I wanted to go back to my country, Kentra. Vanessa panicked. She held me and begged as she cried. "Joey, you're my husband. You'll get your permanent residence eventually. Harry's different. He has no one. Without a permanent residence, he could be deported at any time. Can you please stay for me?" Once again, her tear

However, all she got for her troubles was a mechanical female voice, saying, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable." Her face turned even paler, and an unprecedented feeling of panic flashed across her eyes. So, she tapped on my profile picture and sent message after message. "Jack, where are you? Answer the phone. I need to see you now. Call me immediately!' If you call me now, I'll forgive you. I admit I was just saying things out of anger. I just want you to come home." "I don't want Mom's belongings anymore. I don't care if you sold it. I just want you to come home. So, call me now!"

I pull away before I can change my mind. "Take me home." My voice is steady despite the tears still wet on my face. "Please. Just take me home." He looks like he wants to argue. Wants to convince me to stay. But instead, he just nods. "Okay." His hand brushes my cheek one last time. "Okay, baby. I'll take you home."

I finish and leave, the urge to return back pulling me, but then, I fight it till I'm back in my car. "Take me home."

Of all the things I felt but never really shown Perhaps the worst is that I ever let you go I should not ever let you go, oh oh oh It’s not over tonight Just give me one more chance to make it right I may not make it through the night I won’t go home without you It’s not over tonight Just give me one more chance to make it right I may not make it through the night I won’t go home without you And I won’t go home without you And I won’t go home without you And I won’t go home without you...

He was successful in finding me, and bringing me home. Home is not a place. Home is not a house or an apartment, or any kind of building. Home is a person. Home is where you belong with someone more than you belong in any space or location. I may not have a place to lay my head anymore or a building full of belongings and memories, but I have a person who needs me, a person who calls me home, too. How can I stay here, even in the warmth of my parents’ embrace, something I never thought I’d feel again, and not go back to him?

"I am your brother. Don't you want to hear our childhood memories? All the memories you forgot because of your deep trauma? I can make you remember everything." Athena stunned, making Alex stop tugging at her. Alex's eyes burned at Athena's doubt. "Do not dream." Alex gestured to the driver of the family who immediately drew the car closer, he quickly pushed Athena into the car. "You still come home with me." The car sped away, leaving Gamma standing there alone.

My tears fell down even more. “I want to… home…” I don’t want to be here, I want to go back to my friends, even though mon and I aren’t that close, I still want to see her, to be with her! I held Elder’s hands. “Elder, please, help me get back to my family…” If I need to plead with someone just to get back home then I will gladly do it! I am just desperate to come home… I want to go home… ** “ARE YOU AWAKE NOW?”

"Baby, I'm not here to kill you... I'm here to bring you home." Home. The one word that made me lose all of my fear as tears streamed down my face and a sob escape my battered lips. I shook as the realization of his words washed over me. He wasn't here to kill me. No, he was here to take me home; take me out of this fucking nightmare and into his safekeeping. His face twisted into horror as he stared at me, and I nearly forgot what I looked like. I was beaten to hell. His features quickly turned from horror to pure rage.

“I should get you home. I have some things I need to take care of.” He let go of her hand and walked in front of her. Rebecca felt like crying. He was shutting her out. But she couldn’t blame him for hating her. She was practically saying I love you but, not enough, right? She followed after him and watched as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. I’m taking Rebecca home. Meet me at the club in 30. He sent the message to Domenico. He was going to need to drink this away and Domenico was the only one who would be willing to help he figured.