The General Homecoming Novels & Stories

Kaia’s POV Outside, the city streets were glittering with holiday cheer. Couples held hands. Kids carried candy canes. Every passerby seemed to be heading home. Home. That word didn’t mean much to me anymore. I kept walking. No destination. Just moving. Somehow, my thoughts drifted back to that night—when the call came about our parents. Plane crash. Routine business trip. Gone. I’d cried myself to sleep on the living room floor. When I woke, all three of my brothers were curled around me like a fortress.

I put the shirt down and look at the item I had wrapped in the shirt. It was a glass rose; it didn’t have any color it was completely clear but down the steam in gold letters down the stem of the rose said, ‘I’ll always come home Rose’. My father got it for me on my seventh birthday. At the time I was having reoccurring nightmares that he was going on a deployment and then never comes home, my dad stayed with me every night after I would wake up screaming and tell me he would always come home. Ever since he gave me this he has always and only called me Rose, everyone else calls me Ro, but he won’t.

Doctor Matthews walked in and gave them both a smiled. “Are you ready to go home, Rebecca?” He asked and she nodded sadly. She was so confused but she wasn’t stupid enough to think that she would be going anywhere but to her apartment today. “That’s good. Everything looks good. I just need you to sign these papers,” he told her handing them to her, “and then she needs to take these medications as directed,” he told Vincent handing him a bag of medications. Vincent took the bag and shook the man’s hand thanking him for taking great care of Rebecca.

Kael recovers first, wipes a tear, and shouts: Kael: “Class dismissed! Professor Tsatoke just declared war on paperwork! Extra credit if you bring me the head of an auditor!” Remy kisses me in front of everyone, slow and proud. Remy (mind-to-mind): “Coyote Club rule number sixteen: When the multiverse tries to repo your husband, you remind it who taught the sky how to say no.” I grin against his mouth. Year two is officially weirder than year one. And we’re just getting warmed up. The legend isn’t slowing down. It just upgraded its enemies list. Let’s go collect. Homecoming, Hot Springs, Arkansas – September 15, 2030, 9:47 p.m.

he says to me in his deep voice, "but you must tell me why you came back." I take a deep breath and try to put on a convincing smile. "Let's go inside and talk about it, Dad," I say, hoping my words sound more confident than I feel. "I even brought presents for everyone." He seems to calm down at this, but as I walk into the house, I exchange worried glances with Dylan and Ana. Will this homecoming prove successful? I tie my hair up in a ponytail as I take measured steps towards the door to his office.

The door opened before she could knock, and her mother gasped out. "Sharon!!" Mrs. Miller's hands came to her mouth and her voice shook with so much emotion. Sharon grinned weakly. "Hi, Mom, I am back home." Chapter 1: Homecoming "Sharon!?" Her mother gave her a tight hug, she was careful and avoided pushing Ethan on her arms. "Oh, darling, you're back! Look at you and who is this young prince?." Sharon's mother replied full of excitement. "This is Ethan," Sharon softly stated. “Your grandson.”

A hollow, far-reaching note cut through the clouds. It wasn't a celebration—it was a call for the fallen to come home. Before the horns faded, the drums thundered. Boom! Boom! Boom! "Your Majesty, I, Kaelen Vance, with the spirit of Kain Conlay, and all who fell at Ember ridge." "we return home today."

I had just finished my night shift and was eating tacos at a roadside stand when my phone suddenly buzzed. "Are you Kevin Weston's father?" "Please come to the Southvale police station. Kevin smashed the windshield of a luxury car parked by the road. The owner is demanding 50,000 dollars in compensation!" The officer's stern voice came through the phone. I froze. The taco I had just picked up with my fork slipped right back onto my plate. "Officer, you must have the wrong person. My son drowned and died three years ago. We even have his death certificate." But the officer clearly didn't believe me. He flipped through some records and continued, "You're Justin Weston, a security guard at the

Her sky-blue eyes were alive with emotion and wet with tears. The queenly lady glided forward, her gaze devouring Wiley’s face. Her voice was hoarse when she whispered, “Daughter?” Without warning she threw herself in Wiley’s arms, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. “Rihlia! You’ve come home.” Wiley stiffened and shot a panicked glance at Jasmine, who shrugged her ignorance. Her mother had certainly never wept all over her. Besides, Jas seemed distracted by the blond man breathing down her neck. Wiley recognized him as the one called Fallon, the man who’d stumbled on her camp with Jayems and Keilor. Whatever his business had been, he seemed to be back, and he really, reall

I'm getting a New Year's kiss from her if it's the last thing I do. "We should go home. Together. First Christmas in our new house. You haven't seen it since all the furniture has been delivered. Everything you picked out is there. Just waiting for us, and I know that your dad will want to see you." I say tentatively as if that might entice her to come home with me.