The Road Home Novel Novels & Stories

That night, I turned off the lights, ready to sleep, when the door suddenly opened. Aiden walked in. "Are you asleep?" We slept in separate rooms now—I got the bedroom, while he stayed in the study. The day he chose to come back home, he stood at the doorway with his suitcase and said, "Lily, we both need time and space to sort things out. Let's not share a room for now." At the time, I was overwhelmed by an onslaught of intense emotions—the agony of betrayal by the person closest to me, the self-loathing from the reckless things I did after everything fell apart, and the righteousness of standing on the moral high ground.

"Come on, baby, let's get out of here." "Where are we going, momma?" "On an adventure to a new place. How exciting is that?" I force myself to sound more excited than I feel and thankfully Nina buys it as her all body starts bouncing with excitement as we turn away from the only place that she has ever known as her home and head back down the alleyway and to the start of our new life.

The SUV turned onto a narrow coastal road, snow falling thicker now, headlights cutting through the dark like knives. The ocean appeared on our left and the house came into view a few minutes later. It was low and modern, with glass walls facing the sea, lights glowing warm against the night. Gage squeezed my hand. “Welcome home,” he whispered. I squeezed back. Home. For now. For a week. For however long we could make it last. And as the car rolled to a stop and he helped me out into the snow, I let myself hope—just a little—that maybe forever wasn’t impossible.

Coyote’s voice drifts on the morning wind, one last time: Y’all come back now, ya hear? We pile into the Chevy, windows down, music loud, hearts louder. The road home is long. But for the first time in forever, it feels like the story isn’t ending. It’s just beginning.

Evonne hadn't left the country? Then what about my parents and the rest of my family? If they were still in the country, how could they not have seen the livestream? How could they not have saved me? I ignored the nearby Bruce and desperately crawled on the ground, looking for my phone. I used my broken finger to open the photo of Hashford that Evonne had sent me. I zoomed in, then zoomed in again. It was then that I clearly saw the buildings in the picture.

his eyes full of tenderness, contentment, devotion. Cassian, Cassian. A disciplined heir like you was always meant for a gentle, obedient, well‑bred lady. If you lifted the veil today and found out the bride had been switched... you’d probably be even happier. The driver asked, “Miss, where to?” I smiled. He walks toward his family's honor. I ride toward my city of freedom. In the end, we take our separate roads.

I ask before I can stop myself. "Dunno bro. Where's home? Home is nowhere but here " Stan says and beats his chest. "Trace and the unborn child, that's home. " I nod in agreement. I believe Stan. Home is not a house with an address. It is the people we love and care about. Stan has his home with Trace and the baby. The silence in the room is deafening. I wonder if I would ever boast of having a home in the future. For now, I know I do not have one.

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.]

"I'm her mother. What did she do this time? Did that brat get herself in trouble again? I told her to walk home, and somehow she ended up at the police station?" The officers glanced at each other. Then the taller one looked Mom in the eye and said, slow and careful, "Your daughter, Vienna Vann, was in a traffic accident this afternoon at the crossroad of Mason Road and Newhall Street. The doctors tried, but she didn't make it."

"You're begging me now only because you've realized Celia isn't worth it, and I used to treat you so well. You don't love me; you just miss the me who unconditionally supported you." Jeremy turned deathly pale. He opened his mouth but could not utter a single word. "Don't come looking for me again." I turned and walked to the roadside. Aiden's car was parked there. He stood by the car door, holding my father's medical report. Seeing me approach, he smiled slightly and opened the car door for me. I got in the car without looking back. Jeremy stood in the autumn wind, watching the car drive away. He finally understood that he had lost someone who would never return, and it was all his own faul