Novel & Cerita The Long Journey Book

He was going to find out about the woman who birthed him and also get help about his mate. They had embarked on the journey that was going to take at least half of the day. They were in their car, alternating to drive every few hours while the others that were not driving read through some manuscripts about witches because they wanted to try and decipher what the journal meant but they had little to no success with that. It was like trying to learn a brand new language. “This is so frustrating man.” Liam groaned as he slammed the big book he was reading shut and leaned his head to the back of the seat, inhaling the cold and papery scent of the air in the car.

The title was simple, elegant, and deeply personal: Homeward Bound. The artwork depicted a warm, glowing house surrounded by trees, a pathway leading toward an open door. It wasn’t just any house. It was ours. Luca gasped. “Dad, that looks like our home!” Tears blurred my vision as I nodded. “Because it is,” I whispered. I opened the book, flipping through the pages. Each chapter told a piece of our journey, weaving together themes of love, resilience, and chosen family. The final page held the dedication, one I had written months ago but had never read aloud.

He just stood there, motionless, like a statue. I didn't look back again. I walked forward, boarding my flight, free at last. As for him—he became just another name buried in the past.

Selfless in a way and no doubt would he lead his people with ease when the right time comes. Satisfied with his silent response, Mr. Lee gestures to the driver to start the car. Zale leans back on his seat, feeling a rush of calmness taking over his body. Mr. Lee's right. He shouldn't think too much about it. You both were still young and had a long way to go. Hopefully, you won't ever get tired of him and still be with him. "To Miss Lia’s house." Mr. Lee says, and Zale smiles to himself at the sound of your name. Soon Lia, Soon. Zale thinks to himself.

Thanks dearest readers for staying with me to the end. It was a long journey indeed and I must admit... I enjoyed every second of this journey... This journey taught me three things... 1. Perseverance. 2. Persistence. 3. Patience. I hope this book taught you all a thing or two... Do tell me about it in the comments section below... As I said, this book is dedicated to my friend, Jemmy who died of Complications from Sickle cell anemia in August 2020.

“Cy. Cy! Come here!” Speeding up his walk, he ended up sitting beside his friend as well. Then she showed him the book in her hand. “What is that?” Hera licked her lips before answering the query. “I saw this book in one of the stacks that the club was giving the freshmen.” “You liked it?” “No, it’s not because of that,” Hera answered. “It was written by a student from this school.” Learning that information, Cyril got a little interested in the book. Not because it was written by a student from the school but because the title seemed to be hiding something about the writer.

She took a deep breath and sat back in the seat, letting the car carry her away into the unknown. The journey was a long one, and she was feeling bored; they had been driving for four hours now, and she had calculated the distance between her pack and the Steelheart pack; they needed to drive an extra four hours in order to reach the pack. The journey was a long one. Slowly, she shifted uncomfortably in the car; she was feeling famished and needed to stretch her legs. She had never been on such a long journey before; her life had been confined to a room, locked up many times, with only a guard to drive her to school.

The plane lifted through the twilight, and Manhattan dissolved into a blanket of starlight. Ten hours. Three time zones. One life, buried. I did not look back. West Africa. Dawn. The sedan jolted down a dirt track. Smoke from cooking fires tangled with the scent of fever and despair. A mother knelt in the dust, cradling a boy no older than five. Purple lesions bloomed across his neck. His breath hitched—a fragile bird trapped in a cage of bone. Evola. Nearby, a line of children waited silently outside a thatched clinic, eyes hollow, arms marked with IV scars. One girl clutched a rag doll, whispering to it: "Doctor will fix you."