The Long Road Home Novel Novels & Stories

he said impatiently. Soon, they arrived back at the Linnus residence. As soon as he got out of the car, Dad stormed into the living room angrily. When he saw Aunt Caroline kneeling on the ground and crying uncontrollably, he stopped abruptly. In front of her lay my body, so rotted that it was almost unrecognizable.

"She loved him. She loved you. That's what matters." Chloe held onto me. "Thank you. For coming. For being here." "You're my sister." "I'm trying to be." I pulled back. Looked at her. "That's all any of us can do." The Road Home Adam was waiting in the car. I climbed in. Sat in silence. "What now?" he asked. I looked at the nursing home fading in the rearview mirror. At the past finally releasing its hold. "Now we go home. We hold our daughter. We live the life we fought for."

"Hmm, true. That's my stupid father's fault. And that's is the reason too why my mom is divorcing him once I was a month old, and I've been raised up in Korea for about 5 years before I stay with him here. Such a stupid old man." Athena nudges him a bit. "Hey, don't say that. Because of him, you have what you have now." "Ugh... Yeah, yeah." Athena gets up and puts her katana into a long black bag. "Okay, I'm going home now." "Do you want me to walk you home?" "Nah...It just a few meters anyway." Athena smiles and waves him goodbye. "Alright, be careful on the road," he said and waved his hand back to her.

"I have already booked the plane tickets, we leave tomorrow." Jessica was in an excellent mood, swinging James’s hand back and forth. The White family’s old home was originally in Jeswood, but ever since Jessica’s mother had surgery, the entire family had relocated to Norwea permanently. Jessica’s mother, Anna White, loved Norwea’s scenery. The tranquility and distance from the bustle were also good for her health. "Are we heading straight to Norwea?" "No, we’ll visit other places first, and then go visit your family afterwards."

"That day in court, you could have chosen me. Why him? Why?!" My mother collapsed on the floor, her nails scraping against it with a harsh sound. Blood seeped from her fingertips, but she didn’t seem to feel it. "Until Mr. Wilson found me." Aidan’s voice softened suddenly. When he looked at Ellie, there was a twisted kind of attachment in his eyes. "He was so poor we couldn’t even afford meat… but he gave me a home. But then—" His voice warped again. "That damn cancer was going to take away the last family I had!"

And somewhere far ahead— deep within the darkness— something answered. A light. Tiny. Distant. Faint. But unmistakably real. The entire crew froze. The light flickered once. Then again. Not Mira's lantern. Not the Wayfinder. Something else. Something farther down the forgotten road. The darkness held its breath. The travelers stood together at the bow. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. And for the first time in centuries— the road to Lumora answered back. End of Book One ✨ To Be Continued in Book Two: The City Beyond the Broken Road

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.

It would be interesting to watch Saint grow up and evolve into the man he’d be one day, and beware anyone who pissed him off. A few hours later, he pulled into a motel’s parking lot and slept for four hours. He was back on the road again just before midnight, and he knew this time he wouldn’t stop until he’d reached Reading, Pennsylvania, his final destination. It was a fresh start, but he’d seen the email from John earlier. The house was his and the keys were waiting for him in the mailbox. Other than the truck, it was the first thing he could call his own. A home.

So was the satellite phone. He used to think the open road meant freedom and home only held him back. Now he knew better. Home had never been the problem. It was the place where someone left the light on, watched the road ahead, and kept him from losing everything. But that light was gone. *** Nora's POV Before heading home, I took one last look at the snow-covered mountains. The tour leader messaged the group. [Everyone here?] [All here.] I replied too. [I'm here.]

"It's still so early in the morning. What's wrong with you?" He walked over, blocking Celia's path. "Celia's only staying a few days. Why are you making such a fuss?" "This is our marital home. Did you get my permission to bring another woman back?" "This is my home. The property deed is in my name. Do I need to report to you who I let live here?" For three years, I cleaned this house every day, chose curtains, and arranged the furniture. I thought this was our home, but it was only his home.