Familial Bond Short Stories & Bias Face Slapping Novels

The day my parents severed their mate bond, my sister and I had to choose. One of us would go with our father—the Alpha who'd gambled away every inch of pack territory in underground wolf fights. The other would go with our mother, who was marrying Alaric, the most powerful Alpha in the werewolf world. In my past life, my sister fought to go with our mother. I stayed behind with our father in silence. Later, our father rebuilt himself. His territory grew tenfold. He became one of the strongest Alphas, and I was his most beloved daughter. But my sister provoked the tyrant Alpha Alaric, was banished from his territory, and was torn apart by rogues. After rebirth, my sister didn't hesitate. She dropped her packed bags and clung to our father, sobbing: "Daddy, I can't leave you. Let my sister go live the good life with Mom. I'll stay with you." Our father's eyes softened with emotion. He looked at me quietly packing my things, and his voice turned cold: "Get out. You're just like your mother—a gold-digging bitch." I didn't argue. I left in silence. In my past life, I fought thousands of battles in underground wolf pits for him. My wolf nearly died countless times. My body was covered in scars. I won back his territory piece by piece. Only then did he wake up, pull himself together, and become a powerful Alpha again. But my wolf had been shattered beyond repair. On the verge of death, my wolf burned the last spark of her life to reverse time. But she couldn't reverse her own decay. This time around, all I wanted was to find a place with no fighting and sit in the sun for a while.

I spent my whole life desperate to win my mother’s approval. Unfortunately, the woman I had been trying to please was my adoptive mother. Whenever she scolded me, I would say, “You’re right.” Whenever she hit me, I would still ask, “Did that hurt your hand?” But after fifteen years of sucking up to her, the affection score above her head was still [0]. Then I was brought back to the ducal estate, where I learned that I was their true-born heiress. The moment I stepped through the gates, all eight of my brothers were standing behind the girl who took my place, looking at me as though I were an unwelcome stranger who came to demand what was hers. The fake heiress’ eyes reddened as she said, “Melody, I took your place for fifteen years. If you hate me for it, I’m willing to leave.” My eldest brother, Patrick Shaw, immediately frowned. “Ivy is in poor health. You’re already trying to force her out the moment you arrive?” My second brother, Linus Shaw, shielded Ivy behind him. “Our family has raised Ivy for fifteen years. She is our sister.” I looked at the affection scores above their heads— [4, 3...] Then floating comments appeared before my eyes: [Oh no, the real heiress got the worst possible start.] [All eight brothers are total sister-con fanatics, but unfortunately, the sister they adore isn’t the female lead!] I did not care about any of that. I only wanted to know where my real mother was. More comments drifted across my vision. [Unless she can win over her biological mother, the Princess Regent.] My mother was the Princess Regent! Just then, a woman stepped down from the royal carriage outside. The affection score above her head slowly lit up: [60]. My eyes sparkled as I called out excitedly, “Mother—” Finally, my particular talent had found its perfect target. I was definitely winning her over!

I get home from a business trip over Thanksgiving and find out Mom came all the way from Larkwyn to visit me. She was made to sleep in the storage room. I'm just about to lose my temper when my mother-in-law, Deborah Garner, rolls her eyes. "Next time your mom comes, give us a heads-up. What will the neighbors think if they find out we have relatives from the sticks?" Mom looks down, so humiliated she doesn't know what to do with her hands. My wife, Ella Shaw, finally looks up from her phone when she sees the look on my face. "Come on. Mom's just looking out for us. Everyone in this building is either rich or well-connected. Next time your mom visits, she should stay at a hotel. It's such a hassle having to get the place professionally cleaned every time she leaves." She grabs the pecan pies Mom brought and throws them straight into the trash. "And don't bring stuff like this from the sticks into our home. It's full of germs." Mom apologizes over and over, clutching the few things she brought to her chest. Then she lowers her head and walks out the door. I don't argue or make a scene. I grab the deed, call a real estate agent, and put the condo on the market. Mom paid for the place in full when I got married. If they're so embarrassed to have relatives from the sticks, they can stop living in the condo Mom paid for. After all, I wouldn't want to embarrass them.

When I touch someone else's personal belongings—things they have had direct contact with before—I can hear the items voicing their owner's thoughts. The day of my grandma's funeral, I clutch the emerald bracelet she wore for over 30 years and hear it shout, "The house mustn't go to Michael! He hit me!" Michael? That's my uncle's name, and right now, he's bawling his eyes out in front of Grandma's casket, seemingly grieving even harder than everyone else.

I've been working for five years now. This is the first time my mom takes the initiative to call me to go home for the holidays. So I travel home with heaps of luggage. Still, I manage to free one hand to produce an envelope filled with cash and give it to my mom. A grin blooms on her face instantly. But when she realizes that there's only ten thousand dollars in the envelope, her grin starts to falter. "Oh, it only makes sense that you're the most manipulative out of the bunch after all these years." I pause momentarily as I'm about to go through the front door. "You've been working for quite a few years now, and yet you only bring home ten thousand bucks. Meanwhile, Sabrina gave us 100 thousand dollars in her first year of working a nice job. Having a bachelor's degree definitely pays off a lot!" Upon noticing how stunned I look, my mom yanks the gifts over right away. "Don't go around looking as though we owe you a life debt, Regina! See, Sabrina has better grades than you, and she doesn't have the intention of hiding anything from us. The gifts she always brings us are top-end supplements, so you should stop bringing us cheap stuff like this." I can only grip the hems of my shirt tightly. But the thing is, I'm the one with better scores back then…

On the day the trial results come out, I find out I rank first in the entire pack and am selected to become the Alpha King's chief advisor. I grab my phone excitedly with my results displayed on the screen and head over to share the good news with my parents. But as I reach the study, I overhear their conversation from outside the door. Mom gushes, "Jada is chosen to be the Alpha King's chief advisor this time. Once she starts working, we can't skimp on her living expenses." Dad agrees, "Exactly. Jada is beautiful and loves dressing up. Clothes, shoes, and makeup alone cost a fortune. If ten thousand dollars a month isn't enough, we'll give her more." My brother, Jerome Spencer, quickly chimes in, "Janice isn't as smart as Jada, so she definitely failed the werewolf trial this time. Just let her work some menial job wherever Jada works. That way, she can help us take care of Jada." Everyone in the room murmurs their agreement. Standing outside the study and hearing every word, I grip my phone tightly as tears stream uncontrollably down my face. Just then, I receive a personal invitation message from the Alpha King. "Janice Spencer, congratulations on ranking first in the werewolf trial. I sincerely invite you to join the Werewolf Administration as my chief advisor. In three days, I will send a private helicopter to pick you up." I tighten my grip on my phone with determination filling my eyes. What my family doesn't know is that Jada's supposed results are nothing but a lie. When the truth finally comes out, I can't wait to see how she explains herself.

My dad worked as a dishwasher in a restaurant, earning a measly $400 a month. My mom had bad legs, so she could only scrape by collecting trash. When my academically-gifted younger brother was in middle school, they pulled him out of school and made him work to earn extra money so that they could afford to send me to the best school in the state. I didn't let them down and aced my high school, becoming the top student in my state. The day I got my SAT scores was also my birthday. Dad, all hunched over, came to my school with a pink cake, followed by Mom in her tattered clothes and my brother with his face covered in grime. But instead of being grateful, I grabbed a sharp compass and threw it at Dad, drawing blood. "You think you can buy me off with a cake? Get lost! Don't let me see you again!" The principal stared in disbelief. "Yvonne, what are you doing? If it weren't for your family working hard to support you, you wouldn't be this successful!" I held my head high, unperturbed. "So what if I'm the top student in the state? It's no big deal! If they really loved me, they would give me a million dollars so I could live a life of luxury!" Dad's tears hit the ground as he called me an ungrateful brat. Mom wanted to slap me but was held back. Meanwhile, I silently opened the cake box and cut the cake. The next second, everyone was shocked.

When I, Caleb Davis, got back from a business trip, I found that I could no longer open my bedroom door. Dad poked his head out of the kitchen. "Stop knocking. Michael Zeller and his family are staying there." I froze momentarily. "Then where am I supposed to sleep?" "Just make do with the couch for a couple of nights." He said it so casually, as if the couch had always been my place. When I pushed open the living room door, I found all my books, clothes, and photo albums packed into cardboard boxes and stacked in the corner of the balcony. Michael came out of my bedroom wearing the pajamas I had bought for myself just last year. He smiled and praised my parents for being such gracious hosts. "That’s what I love about your family. No matter when we show up, there is always a place for us to stay." I smiled too. Of course there was. When my cousin stayed with us as a kid, I moved into my parents' room and squeezed in with them. Later, when my younger cousin was preparing for exams, I slept on a folding bed for six months. Throughout my four years of college, whenever I came home for winter or summer break, I always had to ask one question first. "Is someone staying in my room right now?" Dad always told me I was old enough to know better. I was a grown man, after all, and I should not make a fuss over sharing with relatives. Besides, I could sleep anywhere. It was not until today that I realized the truth. Even the last shelf in the closet, the one little space I had left for my things, was gone. Just then, my phone rang. It was the real estate agent reminding me to come in the next morning to pay the deposit on the house. I looked at the boxes piled across the balcony and, for the first time, I did not feel sad. If there was no place left for me here, then it was time I found a home of my own.

10 years ago, my family had been driving through the desert when our car broke down, leaving us stranded in the middle of nowhere. There had only been one bottle of water left. I had been severely dehydrated, barely clinging to life. Yet, my younger sister, Serena, had cried and said that the desert rose she had planted in a flowerpot was about to wilt. However, my parents didn't even hesitate at her unreasonable demand. They poured every last drop of my water into the pot. "You've got a strong will. You can hold on a little longer!" "This flower is delicate. It might die if we don't water it now!" "We'll take it with us out of the desert. We'll come back to save you once we get help!" Vultures had circled overhead as they scurried off, clutching the pot, completely forgetting about me lying unconscious beneath the dune. Fortunately for me, I was rescued by a geological survey team out of sheer dumb luck. Later, I saw the bestselling book my 'darling' family had written. 'We lost our brave daughter. She left us the last bottle of water so we could get help.' The next time we met was at an auction. They wanted to worm their way into high society, hoping for a lucky break. I linked my arm through the host's arm and looked my biological parents straight in the eye. "We've got very important guests coming today. It would be better to have these beggars thrown out."

When I was ten years old, I sold my mother to human traffickers. My father calls me an ungrateful monster, a devil. He sues me 99 times, but each time, I am found not guilty because I am under 14. In the end, on his way to bring my mother home, he is beaten to death by the men in that village. 20 years later, my younger sister finally brings our mother—now unable to walk and mentally unstable—out of the village. She starts a livestream and breaks down in tears. "I beg the internet to put my devil of a sister on trial. Don’t let her get away with this! She destroyed my family. I will make sure she loses everything!" But only I know… My mother deserves it.

At the Christmas dinner table, my drunk uncle suddenly turned on my mom. “You know, Sis, you’re pretty shameless, aren’t you? Every year, I give Anna five hundred bucks as a Christmas gift, but you’ve never given my daughter anything!” The rest of the family had clearly been holding this in for a while. Since someone had said it out loud, they all jumped in at once to accuse my mother of always taking and never giving. They called her selfish and stingy. My mother suddenly grabbed me by the hair and slapped me. “Anna, why didn’t you tell me you got money from them? Have you been hiding cash? You made me look like I can’t return a simple favor! Happy now?” I had clearly given her everything I ever received! With the way she twisted the truth, I ended up becoming the liar in everyone’s eyes. As a result, later that night, when a fishbone got lodged in my throat and I choked, everyone just sat there laughing and watching. They were convinced that not only had I lied about the gift money, but I was also trying to scam them for medical bills.

Two years after I return to Cendria, I unexpectedly run into my daughter, whom my ex-wife had taken with her when she left me. "Do you regret everything you've done?" she asks, her voice dripping with arrogance. "If you apologize to my new dad, Liam, I'll try to convince Mom to forgive you." Before I can respond, an adorable little boy throws himself into my arms. "School's finally over, Dad. I missed you so much!" he exclaims. I take his hand and turn to leave. My ex-daughter is furious. "If you walk away from me now, I'll disown you!" she yells after us in frustration. I remain unbothered. She's free to do whatever she pleases. After all, none of it matters to me anymore.

Since I was running late to pick up my son, Kyrie Stone, from school, I did not have time to change out of my work clothes from the construction site inspection. Right at the preschool entrance, I ran into one of his classmates' parents. The man, Adam O'Neil, looked me up and down and asked, "You're Kyrie Stone's father, right?" I nodded politely, about to introduce myself. However, he suddenly scowled and snapped, "No wonder he acts so poorly behaved at school. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!" I frowned immediately. "What nonsense are you talking about?" He scoffed, getting even more aggressive. "Nonsense? Kyrie shows up to school wearing weird clothes and brings all these ridiculous toys. It's distracting my daughter, Sarah, so much that her grades are slipping." I was speechless, wondering how Sarah O'Neil's declining grades were Kyrie's fault. When I stayed silent, Adam got even bolder. "Just look at those dusty clothes you're wearing. Do you even have the money to send Kyrie to an elite preschool like this, or are you just some laborer trying to keep up appearances?" I thought Adam was insane. After all, Kyrie was attending our family-owned preschool. How was that trying to keep up appearances?

I was a stickler for rules. When I was in elementary school, we were supposed to vote for class president, but the teacher simply appointed the principal's daughter instead. Hence, I followed the school rule that whoever received the most votes would win and brought all 42 students to the principal's office to hold a proper vote. After I started working, my boss handed me a 1,500-dollar invoice and told me to claim 15,000 dollars in expenses. I told him that wasn't allowed under company policy, but he said that, in this company, the boss' word was the only rule that mattered. "You need to learn to be flexible," he claimed. "Otherwise, the company may as well replace you with someone more obedient." I nodded, wrote his exact words in the signature section, and sent a copy of the invoice to the tax authorities. "This is a new rule the company has added. It's not up to me. I'm sure you can review it." After that, no one ever asked me to break the rules again. That changed when the Collins family found me, 25 years after I went missing. On the day they officially welcomed me back into the family, I discovered that Blair, their adopted daughter, was listed ahead of me in the family trust as their eldest child. "Mom and Dad put my name there when they adopted me. It'd be difficult to change it now," Blair Collins claimed. "Surely you don't mind?" I looked her straight in the eye. "Are you asking me to accept being listed after you in the family trust so you can keep your status as the eldest daughter? Or are you saying you have no intention of giving up the inheritance and assets that legally belong to me as their firstborn daughter?" The smile on Blair's face froze. My father frowned. "It's just the order of the names. Do you really think we'd take away your inheritance?" I looked up at him. "So am I supposed to understand that my parents know perfectly well that the family rules say the legitimate eldest daughter inherits the family business, yet they're

My younger brother, Leroy Graham, ended up becoming deaf and mute following an accident that occurred after his university entrance exam. Since then, his fiancée, Emilia Barton, communicated with him exclusively through sign language. I handed him money and told him to get his driver's license, then assured him I would pay for his university tuition fee. Emilia translated it as, "Your sister is mocking your disability and says you can't even drive.” When he picked up a summer job at a construction site, I had Emilia ask him to quit the construction work and work as an intern at my company instead. Again, she had twisted my words, "Your sister says she would be embarrassed to have you work at her company and that you're only good for construction work." At one point, he got into an accident at the construction site, which ended up crippling his legs. I cried out through the ICU glass, "Leroy, the doctor says it’s still possible to recover from this. I’ll spend everything I have to pay for your surgery!" Emilia looked at my brother, frowned, and signed to him again. "Your sister says that even if they performed surgery on you, you’d still end up being a burden to her. She wants you to sign the consent form to get amputated to make her life easier." My brother glared at me, biting his lip so hard it bled.

The four of us were planning a graduation trip, and my adopted sister, Lily Howard, suggested a trip out to sea. My brother, Ethan Howard, backed her right away. My fiancé, Julian Walker, went a step further and planned the whole trip for her. Nobody bothered to ask what I wanted. Julian had even forgotten that he'd promised to take me to Switzerland to see the snow after graduation. For years, my family had forced me to give Lily whatever she wanted. Julian was the only one who had ever promised to stand up for me, comforting me in private. "Once you get an offer from a top firm in London, you'll never have to tiptoe around anyone again." Then, last night, Julian went behind my back and rejected my job offer, hoping to get Lily hired instead. "You're going to marry me and stay in New York anyway. Can't you let your sister have the job?" If they think Lily deserves everything, she can have it all—my lying fiancé and my rotten family.

My brother-in-law, Calum Russell, throws away the expensive New Year's gift that I buy. Putting a hand on my sister's pregnant belly, he tries to drive me out of the house. He says, "I pretended that I didn't know you were adopted because you used to help support the family's finances. But now that the house is about to be demolished, we will get a huge compensation for it. I have to kick you out, or you'll be taking my son's share!" I look at my parents and my sister in confusion, but none of them take my side. They just look at me with disgust and tell me to be grateful that they raised me for so many years. They demand that I sign the adoption termination agreement quickly and get out. I let out a sigh. Suppressing my anger, I sign it and leave. What a pity! If they had waited just a few more minutes, I would have told them that the demolition is fake. But what's real is that I have just won a lottery of 200 million dollars.

  I was born with a weak inner wolf. My parents, the Alpha and Luna, along with my older brother Caleb, treated me like glass growing up, terrified that something would happen to me. But everything changed after my adopted sister, Jessica, was diagnosed with the exact same illness. Their concern gradually shifted entirely to her. They even demanded that I give up the only healing serum capable of curing our condition so Jessica could have it. I refused. I got into a massive fight with my parents, demanding to know why they were so biased. Because of that, everyone decided I was cold-blooded, vicious, and had absolutely no sympathy for Jessica. The day before the injection was to be confirmed, Caleb strode into my hospital room. His handsome face was full of impatience and irritation. He glared down at me. "Jessica is only twenty. She has a gorgeous future ahead of her. Your wolf has been weak since birth. Even if you get the serum, how long can this broken body of yours actually hold on?" Just then, Jessica rushed into the room wearing a thin nightgown. She threw herself into Caleb’s arms, crying and asking if I was still refusing to give her the serum. Caleb gently stroked her blonde hair, murmuring, "Don't be scared. No one can take what I promised you." I gazed at him, my mind drifting back to the first time my illness flared up when we were pups. I was dying, and he was the one who carried me through a blizzard to get to the healers. Back then, he held my hand, eyes red, and swore that even if he had to tear his own wolf in half, he would keep me alive. Looking at his cold face now, I suddenly felt incredibly exhausted. I didn't want to fight anymore. I leaned back calmly against my pillows, looked right at him, and said, "I don't want the serum anymore."

Three days after my mom died, the hospital called. "Mr. Carter, your mother has an outstanding balance of $1,873.60. Please come in and pay it as soon as possible." What? I stared at my mom's body. They had to have the wrong person. I'd paid every bill before she was discharged. She was supposed to be cremated and buried today. How could she still owe money? The person on the phone clicked their tongue. "Her family is responsible for the bill! She received treatment, so someone has to pay for it. It's $1,873.60." "Are you sure that's for Winona Carter?" "Yes. Come quickly."

Thanks to my dad's work, I have to transfer schools. Soon, I go to my new school to register for my enrolment. After submitting my personal information, the teacher in charge shoots me an odd look. "Is your father Mr. Chapman, the new shareholder? His child should have enrolled with us a long time ago. In fact, his daughter is half a year older than you. You're not that person at all…" Stunned, I dig out my phone and show my photo with my dad to the teacher. She glances at the photo before showing me the system window. "Mr. Chapman's daughter has been studying in this school since the first term. He even donated a library to the school recently. This is a photo the school board has taken. You can take a look yourself." In the photo, my dad and an unfamiliar student can be seen standing at the school's bulletin board. That young lady looks as old as I do. Her features are similar to my dad's. In fact, she resembles him more than I do! If they are an actual father and daughter pair, then who am I?