Afton Family Portrait Novels & Stories

“Girls, this Alfred. He will make you comfortable in the drawing room while I find my parents.” “Right this way,” Alfred said. He took us to a room off the small foyer furnished with old, uncomfortable furniture. Alfred left us, and we sat on a couch that faced a brick fireplace. Above the mantle was a large portrait. A much younger Andrew was in it, along with two young women, his parents, and an older woman who had to be his grandmother. “It’s hard to think of those people as my family,” Amy said. “Daisy, get Amy away from this place now,” Diana insisted.

Aurora stroked her daughter's hair. "Thank you for waiting for me." Hazel nodded. "We're family." Aurora pulled her into a tighter embrace. A few moments later, Hazel took out the drawing she always carried with her. "Here." Aurora accepted it. It was a picture of their family of five. Aurora smiled as she gently traced the drawing with her fingertips. "It's beautiful." Hazel beamed proudly. "I told you." Aurora nodded. "You did." "And I love it."

The Atono family has a family tradition in their family, and that's simply for the children to have the children to spend a week or two in their parent's house after moving out of the house. Roman Atono planned to spend two weeks in the family house alone with his wife, Irina Atono but things didn't go as planned for both of them especially Irina. The Atono family loathe her and want to avenge all her father's deeds on her.

He knew he was very charming, all the ladies said so to him, so he would probably befriend the royal family very easily. Aefstine was the youngest child at sixteen, and the fairest. His hair was of a red color the shade of a leaf of an Acer Palmatum tree which he got from his mother, and his eyes were grey like his father's. His brother and sister often times made fun of him for not being very tall. His mother’s people, his father explained one day, were famous for their fair skin, auburn hair and noble gestures. Maudians, mostly, were tanned of skin, dark of hair and very rough, he had said.

“The artist was Jessie Carter. He showed me an example of her work and we agreed to give her time in the Gallery. The showing went wellt was going well until yesterday t.” “Do we have a picture of the Knight family?” “I think so,” Mikial answered. “Let’s see the entire Knight family then,” Yuri commanded. Mikial hung Leon’s family photo next to the photos of Cullen and Timothy. Pepper brough her painting up and set it there. They all stared at this side by side visual.

The painting watched. The next morning, we gathered in the living room. All of us. For a family portrait. Luca, Eli, Derek, Luke, Damien, Derek's father, Derek's son, Derek's other son, Hope, Grace, Derek Jr., Grace Marie, Baby Hope, and me. The photographer came. He arranged us. He took the picture. We hung it on the wall. Next to the painting. Next to the other photographs. The painting watched. That night, we sat at the table. Eleven people. One table.

I believe, that these photos make me dive deeper into the past of the person and they help me get to know them better. I saw photos of him and his parents. It was the first time, I have ever seen his dad. They were very alike. He had his brown eyes, his nose, lips and shape of the face. I mean, that they were like spitting images. The next photo was of him and his grandparents. There I saw Agatha. I have never heard anything about his other grandparents. I guess, they all have passed away. Maybe that’s why, he guarded Agatha like an apple of the eye. On other photo I saw Raf with his siblings. They were hugging each other. And one more photo with James and some woman. She looked like Grace,

Old ones, the kind restaurants like this accumulate over decades, families who had been dining there since before any of us were born, philanthropists, civic figures, a row of faces in oils that had watched forty years of lunches without commenting on any of them. I slowed down without meaning to. A Blackwood portrait, recent enough that the frames were still sharp. I nearly walked past it. I stopped because of the boy. A formal family portrait. In the center stood a young Adrian, maybe fifteen or sixteen, with that same jaw and that same serious look he still wore thirty years later. Beside him stood a man I recognised as his grandfather from photographs I had seen on Margaret’s wall. And b

I told the two of them and started to walk back to the house, leaving the two of them on the beach together. Once I made it into the house, I began to look around and saw pictures hanging on the wall. I stopped in front of a family portrait that I knew was of my family. My parents looked almost the same as they did today in the picture and my mother was holding us as we all sat on the beach together. Lena and I would have only been around one or two in the portrait at the time it was taken.

After searching this place for over an hour for even just a single picture, he finally found it. On the wall, hanging, it was a formal family portrait. The entire Caelthorn family, captured perhaps a year or two before they vanished. They were dressed formally, standing in what looked like the mansion's main hall, when it had still been grand. Jason reached for the photograph, and looked at the picture closer. The first people his eyes laid on, was an older couple standing proudly in the center. The patriarch and matriarch. Beside them were two male kids, Jason only guessed those were the son of the couple, whatever their names was, with their elegant wives. Both men had the same strong feat