Take Me Home Novels & Stories

"Where are you taking me?" "Home, baby. We're going home." END OF VOLUME ONE

His voice cracked, making my heart ached even more. I wish I could have saved you from all the pain in the world. I would have, if I could. I smiled weakly. "You were right, Dean. A home doesn't have to be four walls and a roof-it can be two eyes and a heart beat." "Elettra-" He exhaled, placing his forehead on mine. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly. I could feel his chest wavering. "You changed my mind after all. Thank you-for being the only home I ever needed."

I don’t like him touching me. “Why are you taking me h-h-home?” I struggle to ask. I need answers, but I don’t like calling some strange place home. Invictus is my home. “Because it is your home. Why wouldn’t I take you back to where you were born?” He deadpans. I blink in shock. He’s taking me back to the Tian Pack? Another wave of panic rolls through me. No. Not there. I don’t want to go back there. They killed my mother! They’re why I lost my father!

It wasn’t easy, but having this distraction kept me grounded, pushing me to take small but steady steps toward turning my dream into a reality. I've just come home from my evening run, and I'm about to head out to scout a new location for my business. I have an appointment with my broker at 5 p.m., and it’s already 4:15 p.m. Just enough time to shower and get ready—perfect timing.

I looked around in amazement at the familiar mall layout and the familiar Christmas tree standing in the center, just like in my previous life. The towering 30-foot Christmas tree was covered with decorative gift boxes that sparkled enticingly under the lights. I took a deep breath, overwhelmed by an indescribable shock. I had actually been reborn, returned to the very day I died so horribly in my previous life. My mother-in-law, Paula Sutton, turned to look at my husband, Oliver Canning, who was beside her, her voice filled with urgency and excitement. "Oli, look at these gift boxes! They're wrapped so nicely. There must be good stuff inside!"

"What do you want?" I noticed something in her eyes. It was as if there was a crack in her facade, allowing me to see through her. So, I saw the quiet plea in her eyes. "I'm taking you home, Shane." I looked at her, puzzled about her statement. "Home? But I am home. This is where I live." Anya tried to grab me again, but I dodged her. "The Sawyer Residence will always be your home. That's where I'm taking you. Home."

My mom passed away when I was twelve, leaving everything she had to me. My dad cried at her bedside, swearing he'd never remarry and that he'd take care of me no matter what. But six months later, my stepmother moved into the villa my mom had left me, with her daughter. She told me, "I'll love you like you're my own." It didn't take long before my room, my clothes, everything, was taken over by her daughter. I got shipped off to a boarding school and was only allowed home on weekends. That went on for four years. After my father had been away on business for months, her abuse only got worse. She even tried to make me take the fall for her daughter. When I refused, she locked me in the baseme

On January 15, I finished filling out my college applications and went out to celebrate with my parents. Right then, a stream of comments appeared in front of me. [You're still celebrating? Chloe, the prettiest girl at school, scored just ten points lower than you. She hired a hacker to delete your application to Valemont University before you could submit it. [Your application to Valemont University is gone. If you don't catch it before tonight's deadline, you can kiss that school goodbye! [When your relatives find out at your graduation party, your parents will never hear the end of it. You'll end up at a community college, where some loser will sweep you off your feet. Before those two

I've always been clingy. Even when I'm asleep, I like having someone close. However, I end up with Dylan Ladner, a man who seems completely incapable of affection. Everyone says we're all wrong for each other. What they don't know is that Dylan is even clingier than I am. Whenever I'm fast asleep, he drops the cold act and whispers in my ear, "Babe, you're so cute. Give me a kiss." I'm usually too sleepy to respond. Then one night, a nightmare startles me awake, and I hear him murmuring those same sweet words again. My heart softens, and I reach for him. That's when I notice the earbuds in his ears. He's on a call with someone else. I go completely still. I yank the cord out, and a wo

"Yes." "Take me home." I nodded hearing her demand. "Our home." When the two words 'Our home' left her mouth I felt elated. "Ple..please.." She didn't have to plead as I had already come making up my mind that I will take her back with me. "I came to take you back love, let's go back to our home." We went down holding each other. My left hand was on Saavi's shoulder holding her close to my chest while the other was holding her luggage.