Tangled Homecoming Novels & Stories

Sir Philips couldn’t have returned this early. He had taken the kids out to get some stuff, since they weren’t returning to school this week. Something soft, warm, and soothing touched my skin as soon as I opened the door. “Mum!” Henry squealed, hopping into my arms. His tiny body pressed against mine, and the earlier tension melted instantly. I opened my arms wider to pull Annabella into the hug, tapping them gently and glancing behind them. “What about Dad?” I asked, surprised. They had left the house together, and it was only right he returned with them, since my kids clearly couldn’t have gotten home on their own.

Her hair was pitch black and it curled right at the end and fell below her D-cup breasts. Her eyes were dark brown and it held scorn deep in them. What was more piercing was what she was wearing. The army camouflage screamed respect and glory. A woman in uniform. "Hey, babe! You left the front door open!" Mario turns back to jam the door behind him, when he looks forward, he gasps. "Jasmine! You're home? I thought I told your ass I'm gonna pick you from the airport?" Mario engulfs this woman—Jasmine—in a tight and long hug.

The orphanage had become her temporary home, a place where she could find solace and support while on her journey of self-discovery. With each passing moment, Tiffany's determination to regain her memories grew stronger. She would immerse herself in the vibrant world of the orphanage, interacting with the children, and exploring the traces of her past that might be hidden within its walls. Together with Deborah and the newfound family she had found, Tiffany would embark on a quest to unlock the secrets of her forgotten identity and reclaim the girl she once was.

All I want is to get home and forget that this happened. When ynr car comes to a stop outside the mansion, I am the first one to step out. The driver does the same. He helps me carry the groceries. We both walk to the mansion, the driver insisting that he should help me. After he makes sure I am finally settled, he turns around and walks away, locking the door behind him. I slump on the floor and rummage for my phone. With trembling hands, I put a call across. Jade answers after the second ring, her voice filled with cheerfulness.

Before I returned home, I helped Laura complete her admission forms, and we made plans for me to come back over when it came time for her to go off to college. So on Laura's 18th birthday, I drove a rental truck to Eleanor's little house and loaded up Laura's things. By then, Eleanor had softened just enough that she wanted Laura to stay in touch, and they did hug when we left, but it was a strained parting. There was no air conditioning in the truck I'd rented, it was hot in that cab, and we were both sweaty and tired by the time we got to my place. I was also horny as hell, because the moment we turned off the street after leaving Eleanor's, Laura reached under her T-shirt and pulled off h

How's everything back home? "Well after you 'left', I had to quit bounty hunting and come back home to assist with the family business. With you gone, Mother and Father were never really the same so I had to step up and handle things for them. You know, your supposed 'death' really affected them. They still aren't the same till now. " "Oh!" Tanner managed to say before the silence came back. Guilt was written all over his face. It must have dawned on him that he isn't the only one that was affectedwith the tragedy two years ago.

“You belong to the Knights! You are a Knight.” “Carrie!” Agustin shouted, causing Carrie to flinch and stop. “Enough! You will not force me! I don’t want to go back there! That is not the place for me!” Tears streamed down Carrie’s face as she looked at her twin. “Mom is sick and not getting better. She wants to see you before she passes away,” she said, her voice trembling. “Tara is getting married, and she wants you to walk her down the aisle.” Carrie took a deep breath. “We need you. Come back home, brother. I miss my twin brother, my protector, and my hero.”

I lean into him, and he presses a quick kiss to the top of my head like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Across the table, Mariah catches my eye and gives me a knowing smile. “This,” I mouth. She nods. Yeah. This. Later, as the night winds down and the adrenaline finally starts to settle, I sit there between Noah and Mariah, listening to the guys relive every play, every block, every near-miss. And it hits me. This is my only Homecoming. And it’s already better than I ever imagined. Not because of dresses or crowns or rumors.

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We descend the stairs and I notice a tattooed guy standing at the bottom of the stairs. He's wearing combat boots, black cargo pants, his black T-shirt tucked into his pants, the sides of his head shaved, leaving his dark hair messy. He has bruises on his face, and he has a fresh cut on his left eyebrow and a scar on the side of his head, right above his ear. He looks like he was up all night fighting in battle. We move further towards him and he finally looks our way, I realize that the guy is Damien Demarco, he went to our school last year, everyone thought he was a sick son of a bitch. He was and by the looks of it, he still is.