The General's Homecoming Novels & Stories

“Understand that everyone? Good. Now, off you go.” Once the crowd dispersed and only the Generals, Seraphine, Wilder and I remained, General Arthur turned to address us three. “The three of you should return home as well. We will handle this from here,” he said. “And I thank you once again for the information, young Wi—” “Please just call me Seraphine, General.” “Alright, Seraphine. You can return home now.” The three of us walked in silence. Only when we reached Seraphine’s house did someone break it.

I had friends to protect and I had my people to protect. I scooped the food in large spoonfuls and started dumping them into my mouth. I sat still after I was done with the meal, waiting for my stomach to not revolt against it. I smiled as I realized that the food was going to stay still this time. It wasn't going to make me regret why I had eaten. I decided to go out and take a breather and was barely out of my door when a soldier rushed into my house. "General, they are here. Unknown men are approaching the land." He said, sounding breathless. He must have run all the way here, as he should have.

I returned home to Azurea alone. My mother opened the door. The moment she saw that there was no one behind me, a look of quiet heartbreak flashed across her face. My father sat on the sofa, his back straight as always, but there was a deep exhaustion in the way he held himself. I could not help but recall what they said to me five years ago. And now I was back–like a soldier who lost the battle and fled home. I turned my phone on and off again. The unread messages and missed calls from Clara Miller almost flooded the screen.

I’d been keeping track on the newspapers, reading headlines about bombed cities, missing people, political affairs, it was all on repeat week after week. “Now that things have calmed down, I will be heading back to Italy to be with my wife. She managed to stay safe within one of the safe zones and has been discharged into another care facility that is still intact. I have a lot of business now back home with helping recover damaged artworks and repairs… I think I know the answer but would you like to join me?” Marcel asks, a little sadness in his tone and expression, “I’ve found my home here. Nora and Joel have become family to me and I couldn’t ask for a better place to live and bring up my

at the top of the page. Suddenly, there was a noise from outside the door. Everyone turned to look. The door clicked open just a bit from the outside. Gabriella and Colene looked at each other, surprised. They couldn't imagine who might be trying to enter as nobody should have had a key to their home. Everyone looked as Henry's tall figure emerged from behind the door. He wore a navy suit. He appeared tall and composed, showing little emotion. Henry glanced at Gabriella's face before walking in. He greeted Jason and Rebecca with a polite smile.

They were all armed with rifles. Then, the doors of the jeep at the very front swung open, and a man in an army green uniform stepped out. The middle-aged man who stepped out had a gleaming gold star on his shoulder and wore a military hat, making him look powerful and dangerous. Upon seeing who it was, the butler excitedly ran into the house to announce, "Mr. Carlton! The general is home! The general is home!"

Chioma was having a thought as regards to their mum's loneliness, thus her appetite was little. Meanwhile, at the central district of the City. General Richard arrived before a very big bungalow with two soldiers accompanying him in a Lexus car. He had managed to find out late Nanny Amelia's husband and successfully tracked him to this location. He got down from the car and asked the two soldiers accompanying him to wait behind . He walked over to the gate and placed a knock! After the fifth set of knocks a grey haired man finally popped his head out, answering and opening the gate. "Who is that?" He inquired as he opened the one man entrance door by the gate.

The stern-faced general stepped from the car accompanied by two hefty soldiers. Richard swallowed uncomfortably as he quickly glanced in the direction Ludric dragged Athena through. “Good,” he thought in relief when he saw they were no longer in sight. “General Spears. What a privilege to have you in our pack.” He turned on the full capacity of his charming smile as he approached the general. “You are welcome to my humble pack,” he said with his hand outstretched in a handshake. General Spears barely glanced at his hand, and she continued to look around, as if searching for something.

Two days before New Year's Eve, I was finally discharged from the hospital. The moment I got home, a wave of familiar, comforting warmth washed over me. The house had been thoroughly cleaned. The carpet Linda had ruined was gone, replaced with a new one. Every surface had been wiped spotless, and the air carried the faint citrus scent of my favorite diffuser. Busy at work in the kitchen was a very familiar figure. "Clary, you're home!" Patricia came hurrying out with her apron still on and a spatula in hand, her eyes red-rimmed.

“The nation needs saving. Someone has to make sure national security and world peace isn’t threatened.” “I know you are not allowed to divulge mission information, but how was it?” “Our boys came back with the bag,” a smile suddenly lighting up his face when he saw Georgia. “And who do we have here?” Georgia got down from the dining and walked over to the general, trying her best to perform a military salute before hugging the man. Even though this man was not her father, Georgia had always felt at home in his arms. His hug encompassed her in an ever flowing current of love, giving her another place to call home and showing her how much she was welcome here, just like the rest of the family.