Familial Bond Short Stories & Freak Face Slapping Novels

My stepbrother, Terence Norman, had one goal in life: finding a way around the SAT and getting guaranteed admission. To pull it off, he deliberately staged an accident on the first day of the SAT, sending the daughter of the richest family in the country over the side of a bridge. The girl nearly drowned. Terence jumped into the river pretending to be the hero, even missing the SAT because of it. Not only did I not stop him, but I even contacted the media myself and made sure the story spread everywhere. Because in my previous life, after overhearing Terence's plan, I tried to talk him out of it. I told him the Lawsons might be the richest family around, but there was no way they could change SAT policy. That, and the Lawsons hated being manipulated more than anything. Terence listened to me. When the scores came out, he ended up dead last in the school. On the surface, he acted like he had accepted his fate. During the celebration for college admissions, he stabbed me to death. His face twisted with rage as he screamed at me. "If you hadn't stopped me, I would've saved the Lawson heiress and become her hero! They would've paid to get me admitted somewhere for sure. And maybe Mr. Lawson would've seen what a good person I was and made me his son-in-law! You ruined my life!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the SAT. This time, I wanted to see what would happen after Terence nearly killed Kendall Lawson, the girl most likely to become the top SAT scorer.

Sawyer Lund is my brother, and I've been his wingman since we were kids. Growing up, my absolute favorite thing to do was serving him—bringing him his drinks, getting his food, even lighting his cigarettes. I do it happily and never complain. When Sawyer gets accepted into Javon University, I waste no time skipping grades and following him there. On the first day of the semester, Sawyer walks into our dorm room with eight bodyguards. Our roommates greet him enthusiastically while I busy myself cleaning up his desk. Harvey Warren is the only roommate who mocks me pointedly for it. "You're not Sawyer's roommate," he says. "You're clearly his lackey." I just smile and stay silent. One day, Sawyer carelessly tosses his newly purchased Patek Philippe to me and says, "The colorway suits your style better. You should wear it instead." Harvey happens to walk past the door just as I accept the watch with a smile. Over the weekend, with Sawyer away on a business trip abroad, Harvey and I are the only ones left in the dorm. "Do you know what everyone in class calls you behind your back, Felix?" he says. "Sawyer's lapdog." The next day, Ruby Sutton, the campus belle who happens to be my girlfriend, tells me to meet her out on the field. She furrows her brow deeply the moment she sees me. "Do you have to be this pathetic, Felix? How could you throw away your dignity and become someone's lapdog just for a watch? Harvey's family isn't well-off, but even he lives with more dignity than you do." She pauses, then delivers another crushing blow. "Harvey takes the top spot in our major yet again in this term's finals. What do you have to show for yourself? You spend all your time acting as a glorified goon while your grades sit at rock bottom. Do you not feel ashamed, Felix?" Harvey tugs gently at her sleeve and lowers his head. "Please stop arguing with him, Ruby. You know how much I dislike this kind of thing." Ruby's expression immediately softens. I watch her rub his shoulder and smirk. Has nobody noticed that Sawyer and I have the same last name—Lund?

My younger brother, Anthony Chapman, the only family I had left, was suddenly diagnosed with cancer. Overnight, my modest salary became our only hope. I pushed myself to the brink of exhaustion, working overtime and taking on every extra assignment I could to earn enough bonuses and overtime pay to cover his treatment. But the universe seemed determined to make us suffer. One morning, just as I arrived at work, I received a notice that my brother was in critical condition. Below it was a string of voice messages from his girlfriend, Paige Fleming. Through helpless sobs, she told me they'd been through countless tests and had finally run out of money. My heart ached. I quickly reassured her and transferred the last 2,800 dollars in my bank account to her. Still consumed by worry, I took out another 14,000 dollars as a cash advance on my credit card. I urged her not to panic and to take good care of my brother, promising I'd find a way to cover the expenses somehow. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't afford to break down. I forced myself to regain my composure and returned to my desk. Just then, my best friend rushed over and thrust his phone toward me, a photo playing on the screen. "Clement, look at this! Isn't that your brother and his girlfriend? They're eating at some fancy restaurant!"

My mother-in-law threatened to teach me a lesson about wasting money. While I was visiting my parents, she planned to team up with my sister-in-law and livestream themselves dumping my expensive skincare serum, worth thousands of dollars, down the toilet. "Once a woman gets married, she should learn to be frugal and take care of her household! This stuff is ridiculously expensive. Today, I'm dumping every last drop just to hear it splash!" "My sister-in-law is so vain! Mom is teaching her how to be a good wife!" "Going live at 2 pm sharp! We are cleaning out that wasteful woman's vanity!" The moment I saw the announcement in the family group chat, I started panicking. I immediately called my husband, Chester Lloyd, and begged him to stop them. "Stop your mother! Don't let her pour the stuff in those bottles by the sink down the toilet!" Chester sounded completely unconcerned. "What am I supposed to do? My mom can't stand watching you waste money. "They are just a few bottles of skincare products. So what if she dumps them? Why get upset with an older woman over something so trivial? "Once you learn to stop wasting money and start living frugally, I will buy you a cheaper set." I was frantic. "But ..." Before I could finish, Chester hung up and went back to his video game. The problem was, what she had taken was not skincare serum at all. It was highly concentrated industrial sulfuric acid, the kind that could trigger a violent explosion when it came into contact with water.

My Alpha brother's Omega assistant had always wanted to be Luna. She didn’t know my identity and she mistook me as a rival trying to steal her place. She framed me for theft and tortured me without mercy. As I lay dying, it was my old companion—Rex, the Siberian war dog who had fought beside my brother and earned the highest military honors—who sacrificed his life to protect me. She dragged me by my hair, smugly satisfied, and threw me before the crowd like refuse. In her hands, she flaunted her "gift" made from Rex's fur. She had no idea she was about to face the fury of the entire werewolf world.

After my adoptive parents finally find their biological son, Jason Miller, he decides to turn our lives into a full-blown drama about the real heir versus the imposter in a wealthy family. He has security cameras installed all over the house for no apparent reason, not even sparing the bathroom. One day, while he's showering, an electrical fault in one of the cameras sends a shock through him and lands him in the hospital. His eyes blazing with anger, he accuses me of trying to get rid of him to our parents and insists on calling the police. On another occasion, when we have dinner at a hotel, he slips and falls into the swimming pool, then tries to drag me in with him. He claims I've pushed him into the water and that if he hadn't reacted quickly enough to pull me in, I would have killed him. While our parents are out paying our hospital bills, he shoots me a vicious glare and hisses, "Let me tell you something. I'm not like those other idiots who just swallow their pride and put up with everything. You can't fool my parents about who you really are!" He then swears, "I'll make sure you get kicked out of this family." I sneer inwardly. Does this poor idiot really have no idea? I'm the one who's built this family's fortune from the ground up! If I walk away with the wealth I've earned, he won't be much of a rich kid anymore.