A Family Beyond Blood Ties Dailymotion Novels & Stories

When I opened it, my father's familiar handwriting filled the pages, the ink still vibrant despite the passage of time. "'To my children,'" I read aloud from the first page. "'If you are reading this, then the visions that have haunted me have come to pass, and our family has been sundered. But not lost. Never lost. The bond of blood transcends even death, and the legacy I pass to you is stronger than any darkness that may rise against it.'" My voice caught, and Maison's hand settled supportively on my shoulder. I took a deep breath and continued:

He said as he looked puzzled, “I know what you mean, though. You were probably told when you left everyone hated you and whatnot. I thought you were courageous. It took a lot for you to up and leave.” “Well, I knew even then when I thought everyone disliked me, I could call any one of you, and you would be there to help me,” Bailey said. “We aren’t family by blood, but we always were one.” “Well, we are now.” He said as he rested his head back against the wall.” “I know.” She replied as she snuggled into his chest.

“That’s hardly a challenge for me.” “If I say yes, I want to go back, you will still need someone as payment, someone with royal blood, which leaves Kiran, so it’s hardly a choice. I’ll remain dead,” Malachi said. “Not really, it leaves Levi, Saga, Tala, and little Jericho,” Death said, his eyes twinkling in delight. “It’s not a difficult choice, I’ll remain dead,” Malachi said. “Are you sure?” Death asked him. “That is my family. They will be okay without me. They are all strong, they will survive, but if I went back, and you took one of them, I wouldn’t survive,” Malachi said with determination.

I laughed, shaking my head as I took a slow step toward her. “Family,” I repeated. “You say that like it means something. Do you know what happens in the wild, Maya? Even the closest blood turns against each other when it comes to survival. Lions kill their own cubs if they’re weak. Hyenas devour their injured packmates. Have you ever watched a mother spider? After she lays her eggs, the moment they hatch, her own children eat her alive. That is family. Blood doesn’t mean anything when power is on the line.” Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t back down.

“Mine carries lineage. If I ever betray you, let this act bind me to death.” Before she could protest, I brought the blade to her palm and made a shallow cut, just deep enough to draw a thin line of red. She gasped but didn’t pull away. Then, with deliberate care, I pressed our palms together. The moment our blood mingled, a jolt of heat surged between us. It wasn’t like the fire she had conjured earlier, this was older, deeper, almost sentient. It coiled around us like a living thing, threading through my veins and hers, sealing us in a bond that went beyond words.

But she was wrong about that too. Two days ago, Emily had been helping Violet with a coloring book when I'd walked into the kitchen. They'd both looked up and smiled at me, real, genuine smiles that had nothing to do with money or fear or obligation. "Look, Alexander!" Violet had held up her drawing. "I drew our family!" It was a simple child's drawing – stick figures holding hands under a rainbow. A man, a woman, a little girl. At the bottom, she'd written "HAPPY FAMILY" in crooked letters.

She looked puzzled and turned to face the screen. "Their father is being interviewed," I said, looking at Raphael Grey, who was on a show, before turning to my mother, whose confusion grew. She picked up the remote and did as said. “I thought their father passed away,” she said. “He's alive. They are just... estranged," I replied, shaking my head before letting out a humorless chuckle, reflecting on their family drama. "It seems the apple didn't fall far from the tree. Camilo despises Raphael for cheating on his mother, and yet he is doing the same. He should change his last name to Grey and make it official; he’s definitely his father’s son,” I added and Mother cut in before I finished.

“I’m not—” “Not married,” he waved. “I meant it metaphorically. You’re loyal, aren’t you?” Luca’s hand shifted under the table. He brushed my thigh, subtle. “I am,” I said, holding Emilio’s stare. “To them. To this famiglia.” “Interesting,” Emilio said, pouring more wine. “And yet, your brother—your real blood—wants to see us all in caskets. Curious where your loyalty would land if we were down to the last bullet.”

I leaned against the hospital corridor wall, my free hand gripping the edge for support. "There must be some mistake. My brother doesn't have that kind of money. He wouldn't borrow—" "But he did." The man cut me off smoothly. "Borrowed it from us. Spent it. And now he can't pay it back. Which makes it your problem." "My problem?" Heat flushed through me, anger mixing with disbelief. "I'm not responsible for his debts." "You are now." There was no warmth in his voice. "Family is family, Miss Santos. And in our world, when one person can't pay, the debt passes to the next of kin. That's you."

The man spoke with a glint in his eyes as he stared at a framed picture on his table. “Even though he wasn’t my blood. I just knew he had to be mine. So I very much understand the dedication to her well-being even though it’s not your responsibility. You’d find yourself questioning and wondering why you’re so concerned, but listen, Family isn’t only by blood. relation; love whoever you love without limiting yourself.” Xavier stared at the elderly man for moments as he spoke; he felt better and his resolve strengthened. “Thank you.” Xavier said calmly walking out.