Tangled Homecoming Novels & Stories

A warmth settled in her chest, and despite herself, she found she didn’t want to leave just yet. The idea of returning to her small, empty cottage wasn’t exactly enticing. Although she had spent so much time perfecting every corner of the home Annabelle had graciously lent her, it was hard to ignore that, in moments like these, it still felt lonely. There was something about Dominic’s home—the lived-in mess of toys scattered across the floor, the faint scent of vanilla and cedar that lingered in the air—that made her feel unexpectedly… at home.

They took the directions of travellers who had sailed towards Tribute but returned with failure, asking around to compile enough information on travelling to Tribute, before embarking on the actual journey. Roc Chadwick knew clearly that they might not make it to Tribute, or that they might not survive the trip, but for the sake of freedom and his sworn brother, he courageously ploughed ahead. He hadn’t even expected the expedition to be smooth. But when they woke up the next morning after sailing off the continent to what they believed to be the ‘edge of the world’, unexpectedly, they ended up in a bizarre tunnel. The entire journey was so mystical that it was indescribable. All he could sa

~118~ Carmelo Junior and I stormed inside the mansion and found our family alive. I took a deep breath and hugged each one of them after inspecting their bodies. They were unharmed. I didn’t know what would’ve been of me if anything happened to them. The house was a big mess, like a massacre ground. I made a quick call for a doctor and shoved the phone back in my pocket.

It hit the moment he lied to her face. It hit the moment he watched her leave, expression carved from stone. And now the aftershock was settling in her bones. Elara’s message replayed in an endless loop in her mind. “He doesn’t trust you anymore. Come home.” Home. What a cruel word. There was no home left for her in that mansion. Not after what her stepmother did to her father. Not after the silent, poisonous years that followed. Not after Lily discovered the truth. Not after the night she tried to run, and Elara let her.

I ignored it. Once I felt like the coast was clear, I took my medicines and went home. No fun sitting and staring at the blank wall. I should probably rest. I will. But not here. Maybe it's because of this Attack, I suddenly feel like I must surround myself in a familiar place. My sanctuary. My home.

could be as they were against our marriage, but they wouldn’t stoop so low,’ he kept thinking, then another thought hit him ‘Someone who was Maya’s loved one, her blood brother had tried to harm her as well,’ what kind of a fate they both shared, their loved ones were their enemies and wanted to hurt them the most He realised he still had missing links and unanswered questions and wanted to figure out the truth about what happened a night before their wedding, what happened to Maya’s sister It was almost dawn when Tazz reached home, there was lot to be done today, he immediately freshened up and dialled Jake’s number

“Don’t lie to me, Palmer. You look just like your mother did… before she left.” The words pierced me. Before she left. The family secret no one dared to speak. I had been too young to understand, but now I wondered—had she run from the same chains I was now bound with? When I returned home, I found fresh flowers on the table, expensive lilies that filled the room with their suffocating perfume. Arrow stood beside them, hands in his pockets, watching me. “For you,” he said simply. I blinked. Arrow didn’t do flowers. He didn’t do gestures.

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. The day my parents were killed before me.