Tangled Homecoming Novels & Stories

I loosened a breath when the pack house came into view, "home sweet home." We were barely at the foot of the stairs when the French doors were thrown open and out marched Tane with his disheveled hair and tired blue-green eyes, "So you finally decided to show up." "Fuck off," I growled a warning, gesturing subtly to the beauty tucked into my side. His brows shot to his hairline and he instantly corrected his form, straightening his spine and squaring his shoulders, "Luna, welcome home to your pack." "Oh uh..." Tania's gaze bobbed between myself and Tane awkwardly.

The words had stuck in my throat, too raw and painful to articulate. "Hey, big sis," Heather said, her voice soft and full of concern. The gentle tone nearly undid me right there. She didn't even wait for an invitation; she stepped inside and pulled me into a hug that smelled like home and lavender laundry detergent. The familiar scent transported me instantly to our childhood bedroom, to simpler times when heartbreak meant a scraped knee or a failed test… and sadly our mother.

The rejection stung worse than any of their old fights. “Don’t,” he said harshly. “Not right now. I can’t ” He dragged both hands through his hair, pacing like a caged animal. “All this time I thought Amelia’s death broke us. But it was bigger. They buried part of our family and pretended it never existed.” Tears burned in Elena’s eyes. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” He stopped pacing and looked at her—really looked. For a moment she feared he would see the replacement again, the outsider bringing chaos. Instead, something desperate flickered across his face. He crossed the room and pulled her into his arms, crushing her against his chest.

he replied with a smile. "Go pack your bags. We are going back home tonight," I informed him. He nodded and left for his room. I entered into my room and changed my clothes, my mind still reeling from the encounter with Julian. I called Alex several times, but he wasn't picking up. I was getting worried and angry at him. Packing my clothes and everything i brought, i decided to leave without Alex and go back home to see my son. Mexico "Feels good to be back here," I said as Max drove us home. "Our trip to America was filled with so much tension. I don't want to go back there," Max muttered.

Well, the house is about to be born again… with someone’s blood. “Mr. Valante,” Mr. Calmar greeted from the barely lit entrance and he began to lead me down a narrow corridor on our left. The journey was short. But it was meaningful because my feet could feel some vibration that fascinated me. That must have been how Toph in ATLA felt. It is a thrilling feeling. I should walk barefoot more.

Pity that they entered the son of a woman that nearly ruined their lives, only for that son to do the exact same. I was just like her. Exactly like her. We were the same. The blood that runs through her veins runs through mine. She was right, I was dirty. But before my knees could kiss the floor, Mrs. Cross rushed forward and pulled me into her warm embrace. "It's okay. It's okay." She repeated in a whisper over and over in my ears and didn't stop even when her husband embraced us both in his arms. I didn't deserve their kindness or their reassurance.

I exclaimed as I rushed towards them, screaming, shouting, crying, not minding the fact there was blood over there even when I slipped and fell I got up and grabbed them. That was when the police held me back and said. "It is going to be alright," I lunged up from my bed screaming. "Noooooo," I was breathing huskily, like someone who had just run ten thousand miles of marathons and lost. I was sweating profusely and I felt a hand touch me. "What is it darling?" Justin asked as he cuddled me in his arms and I burst into tears. It's been ten years and I am still haunted by the ghost of my past.

Chapter 5 The sound of laughter drifted through the house, soft and unexpected. Elena paused in the kitchen, her hands still wet from washing dishes, and tilted her head to listen. It was Thomas, his voice bright and full of life. Alex’s deeper tone joined him, the two of them caught up in a moment that sounded almost... happy. Elena’s chest tightened, conflicted by the warmth spreading through her. She quickly shook it off, focusing back on the sudsy plates in the sink. She wasn’t here to bask in the sound of a happy family; she was here for Thomas. That was it.