The Road Home Novel Novels & Stories

' They'll wish we'd taken them out with a single bullet. I returned his smile, pulled my child closer, and walked back to the comfort of our home. It was not long before Derick and Jasmine were locked away. With the White family's 'special care,' their time in the slammer was a living nightmare. By the time Ayden turned 10 years old, the worn-out pair was released. Derick's first move as a free man was to divorce Jasmine and try to track down Ayden and me. Little did he know that I had taken Ayden and left for foreign shores a decade ago, back to the stronghold of our family.

But Robin's eyes widened, and he said in surprise, "Really? I'm from Florin City too!" "Really? What a coincidence!" Colene exchanged surprised looks with Gabriella and Quinn. "Really! We used to live in the old part of town on Pebbleton Road. I wonder how well it's been developed." "A lot of it has been demolished." Robin smiled. "What a pity. Our family sold our house when we went overseas. Oh, right, Ms. Collie, please give me Ms. Gabby's Instagram." Colene raised an eyebrow and looked at Gabriella.

The car's brake lights flash red as the driver makes his way to the roundabout and out of sight. Usually, I would keep driving straight ahead, going deeper into town, but my parents' new home is closer to the outskirts of town in a beautiful house I used to admire every time we drove past it when I was a child. It was an old Manor House that got turned into a home for old miners, it was a place where they could live out the rest of their days in comfort surrounded by the forest and wildlife, but it fell into ruin, and ended up being sold and turned into the lavish flats they are now. The road toward it is wide but winding, and large trees surround each side of the road making it look charmin

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

A few late commuters hurried past, but no one paid attention to a little girl pulling a suitcase by herself. The streetlights stretched my shadow and the suitcase's shadow long across the pavement. The truth was, I no longer remembered exactly where the children's home was. I only had a blurry sense that it was somewhere west, so I kept walking that way. By the fourth intersection, my arm ached so badly I could barely lift it. The crosswalk was wide. Halfway across, the suitcase wheel caught in a dip in the road. I pulled, but it would not move. So I crouched down and tried to lift it free.

I glanced sideways and saw Isabella desperately trying to hide her face behind my shoulder, yet her hand clung to mine with a strength that surprised me. Amid the deafening cheers, I looked at my family in the front row. Their faces were almost ashen. In that moment, I felt no vindication or even hatred. Because at last, in this reckoning 20 years overdue, I'd taken that scarred little girl by the hand and led her home. I finally understood that home wasn't where one was born, but where the love was.

My sister, Nancy Wood, wanted to be the family's only child, so my mother had my name changed and handed my identification documents over to my grandmother. She even told me I had to pay for everything if I wanted to live under their roof. The change and coupons Nancy got from her shopping were the sole source of allowance I'd get. If she saved 30 dollars from her shopping trips, I would get 30 dollars next month. It was the last day for all students to enter their applications for college. I begged my sister to let me use her computer. She extended her hand. "You have to pay me 20 bucks." I fished all the money out of my pocket. I only had 19 dollars. So, I hastily blurted in a panic, "I

**Homecoming** The familiar scent of home—the faint aroma of Claire’s lavender candles, the comforting smell of old wood, and the lingering hint of last night’s rain—filled the air as the Hayes family finally stepped through their front door. Despite the exhaustion from the relentless chase and the constant threat looming over them, the warmth of their home brought a fleeting sense of safety. For the first time in what felt like ages, they were back where they belonged. But the sanctuary of their home was tempered by the reality of the battles still ahead.

Can Cortland and Austin move past their differences and begin a family together? AM Sams' slice-of-life drama novel is full of heart, humor, and romance. Coming Home is, at its core, the story of two intertwining families as their current generation makes amends and moves past the grudges of the past. Evenly paced with a couple of well-placed curveballs along the way, the plot keeps you engaged until the end. The characters have well-developed personalities and traits that set them apart from one another. Austin and Cortland's relationship is at the center of the narrative around which the plot revolves. I particularly enjoyed the dynamic between Austin and Cortland with their friends and fa

I didn’t even look back. Because looking back meant I’d hesitate. It meant I’d feel everything again—the betrayal, the confusion, the stupid sliver of hope still lodged in my chest like a shard of glass. So I stared straight ahead as the city disappeared behind me, letting every bump of the road jolt me further away from it all. I went home. Not the apartment I paid for but barely lived in. Not the crowded skyline or the noise that never sleeps. I mean real home. The little village curled between sleepy green hills and the sigh of the ocean breeze. Where the stars weren’t hidden by glass towers and smoke. Where silence didn’t feel like loneliness—it felt like peace.