Novel & Cerita You Are Home To Me

"The rest of your soul is here, it seems you are not so miserable that you have to despair." Adela immediately jumped in her mind, she stood up in surprise and hastily asked the man who was saying: "Who are you?" "I am the master of the world in which you exist. As long as you want, I will help you...out smoothly." The other person was still very patient, using the same gentle voice as at first, adding. It's just that this one word came out in a voice that still had a bit of a mystical feeling that was hard to describe.

"Tormenter! You are my tormentor and I'm a victim of your abuse! That's a relation between us! And according to it, if you force me to answer you, the there it goes! I felt uneasy movement in my belly, as if he was uncomfortable there. I became worried and didn't know what to do, so I came outside anxiously. It answers your question?" She mocked him in the best possible way. And he was astonished, he let go of her shoulder immediately. He raked a hand through his hair and close his eyes momentarily, taking a deep sigh. "The answer to all the things you talked about is, you matter to me! that's why I am keeping you here. I don't keep useless things in my home" he said slowly in a dry voice.

I sat alone in my dark room, which had very little light. It wasn't really a home for me. There was a poor, off-white couch in the corner with tattered edges, and the scent of yesterday night's pizza still hung in the air. I held my phone tightly in my hand, which was the only way I could communicate with the outside world. I scroll through social media over and over again. Every new post on my feed reminds me of what I've lost. Friends at family events. Smiles that I used to be a member of.

“You’re my forever.” And I know, without a doubt, I’m home.

Anticipation buzzes under my skin like a livewire, sparking through every nerve. Home isn’t just a place waiting for me anymore. Home is a heartbeat, resting against my shoulder, smiling at me like I’m her whole damn world, nothing, not even death itself, will ever tear me away again.

“Welcome Fiona, home.” I whisper, knowing that I mean every damn word. Because yes, my home is her home just as she will become mine. Body and soul.

Oh child I am more than okay we going to have our own place again you will Be happy to know you won't be sharing a room with me for much longer " What was our old house fixed " Oh no the Millers have decided to by me a house the young Miller " my heart drops to my stomach knowing Jude he's not doing this out of the goodness of his heart " I mean Uhmm that's wonderful Granny but that's a huge gift " she sighs putting her hands around me in an embrace " it's a blessing my child Jude is such a good boy " I feel Bile rising my breakfast threatening to spill on the floor hearing that's

I look back at my food and my wolf is so warm and so settled and so completely home that I feel it in my hands and I think about Tiara saying you came home and I think that home turns out to be a person and not a place after all. This specific infuriating composed devastating person. Mine. Completely and specifically mine.

And as sleep pulls me under, surrounded by warm skin and steady heartbeats, I know they’re right. This is home. This is me. And tomorrow— and every day after— they’ll use me just as filthy, just as thoroughly, just as perfectly. Because I’m theirs again. Forever.

it sounded so unreal, so farfetched. She turned around and resumed walking away. Sayya, Sayya please. His voice failed to come out, it seemed to be locked away, locked far, far away, he wished against all odds that it'd break free and she'd hear him, maybe, just maybe she'd stop. He watched her walk away, she walked out of the house they had made their home, she walked out on him, walked away from everything they ever held dear. ONE