Tangled Homecoming Novels & Stories

The thought twists something deep in my chest, and I hold him tighter. “I’ll take him home” I hear a familiar voice from behind me.

He placed a jacket over my body before pulling Aiden away from an unconscious Ander. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Aiden rushed over to me. “I want to go home, please take me home.” *** Dad and Emily had gone to some gala and the maids were already in bed when we got home. Aiden carried me bridal style into my room and I didn’t complain, I just wanted to be home in my bed and far far away from the thoughts of Ander all over me. He placed me gently on the bed and took off Kai's jacket. “I’m going to kill Ander when I see him,” he growled.

The air, laced with the remnants of blood, shifted, carrying me away from the altar like a torn soul adrift. I drifted slowly and weightlessly until I found myself hovering at the edge of familiar territory—home. Mom, Dad, and Eric, who had rushed back in a panic, saw Tiffany curling up at the front steps of the villa. She looked a mess—clothes torn, hair tangled, and her eyes wet and glinting like a frightened pup who had lost the shelter of her pack.

Reviewed by Pikasho Deka for Readers’ Favorite Coming Home by AM Sams follows the story of two neighboring families in Wyoming whose lives become intertwined under extraordinary circumstances. Cortland is one of the four Carter brothers overseeing the large Carter family ranch. He is determined to get back his family's mineral and water rights that his grandfather lost in a poker game to his neighbor, Mr. Mowery. Meanwhile, Mowery's granddaughter, Austin, is back in Wyoming, eager to rectify her family's mistakes and return the water rights of the original owners. When Cortland meets Austin, both feel an intense mutual attraction that develops into a full-blown love affair. But Cortland's tr

She tucked him in, trying to hide her disappointment and sadness. “I’ll be just outside if you need anything,” Tally said softly, mustering a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Ryan nodded, his gaze distant. Tally left the room, closing the door behind her. She leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath to steady herself. This was not how she had envisioned their homecoming.

The alpha called after me but I was too happy to listen to him, I'm sure I must have irritated him but after a mission like that, I'm sure I could step on his toes a few times and get away with it. I was heading home straight, I had missed my brothers, I knocked on the door and Connor ope Ed the door to give me a very big hug, "Guys!! Mom!! Dad!! Ralph is back!! And they didn't burn him!!" He was so excited that he even kissed me, my face went red and I pulled at his yellow locks, "Was that necessary??" He was still stuck to me so I carried him inside and everyone was happy to see me, "I told you I'd come back home." I had the suggest grun on my face.

ARTEMIS POV I banged the door shut behind me, my chest rising and falling as I rested against the door. The picture of Aiden and that woman tangled together in the guest room was burned into my mind, an unending cycle that wouldn’t stop. “Wow,” I murmured, my tone trembling and bitter. “Just… wow.” I walked around the room, my hands shaking as rage and sorrow battled for control. A part of me felt like shouting until my throat was sore, to storm around the house and demand explanations. Yet another part of me—the part that still mattered—was too shattered to act.

“But I…forgot the cost.” Isolde swallowed hard. “Viv, listen to me ” Vivienne slid down, covering her face. “They promised safety…in Velvet. They made me promise at the show. But I never knew how.” Isolde’s pulse tightened. “We get her home.” Dorian’s hand brushed her arm. “She’s safe now.” Penelope tightened her jaw. “But they’re not done.” East Village – Isolde’s Flat They arrived to a checked-out calm: flickering candlelight, a half-melted lavender scent. Isolde scooped up her sister, cradling her on the sofa. Penelope followed closely, just behind Dorian.

Taking a deep breath, relief washed over me, I was home. At the border, enforcers awaited with cars, and we abandoned the carriage for a more expedient mode of transport. The cars moved us to the castle, and as we approached, the familiar sights of pack members engaged in their daily activities stirred a sense of belonging. Arriving home, Tala, my parents, and a contingent of soldiers stood at the castle's entrance to welcome us. The culmination of our journey marked not just a physical return but a profound reconnection with our pack and the warmth of familial embrace.

Dear Readers, As we close the final chapter of *Tangled Truths*, I find myself filled with gratitude and emotion. This journey with Lucas and Flora—from adversaries to soulmates, through betrayal and redemption, death and rebirth—has been an extraordinary one to share with you. Your messages, comments, and unwavering support have meant everything to me throughout this series.