Afton Family Real Life Face Novels & Stories

Uncle Daniel's fingers were trembling when he shoved his phone into Aunt Molly's face, exclaiming, "You bitch! Take a look at this!" Ashton's blood test report was clearly displayed on the screen. The color drained from Aunt Molly's face after she glanced at the screen. Her lips trembled, and she couldn't say a word. Just then, Ashton sauntered into the house. When he noticed the tense atmosphere, he approached Aunt Molly, holding her hand before demanding, "Why did you slap Mom, Dad?" Uncle Daniel turned to look at Ashton. He stared at the man he had called his son for the past two decades and slowly realized that Ashton looked nothing like him.

She smiled as they hopped into the car. Attracta had just come home from hanging with Yetty when her phone rang it was unknown number. "Hello?" She picked up the call. "Attracta." A voice she recognized all too well called her name. "What do you want?" She snapped. "I just want to talk." "What about?" "You, us, our family." "I don’t think you're in the right position to say that." She yawned. "Must you be so headstrong at times?!" Her mum snapped.

I paused, gathering courage. "Recently, my grandfather and I reconnected. My mother woke up from a long coma last week, and for the first time in my life, I have the opportunity to know my family. My real family." I looked directly at the cameras. "Which is why I'm announcing today that I will be legally changing my name from Ayra Smith to Ayra Walton. I'm reclaiming my true family heritage." The room exploded with questions, hands shooting up, voices overlapping. "Ayra! What does this mean for your relationship with your father?"

Aldric Ashford's wife's face had almost never appeared in any media outlet. It was already an open secret in elite circles: the Ashford family guarded the privacy of their female members in an almost obsessive way. Wives, daughters, daughters-in-law — not one had ever appeared fully in front of a camera. Any media outlet that dared publish their faces in full would face the family's legal team directly, and the consequences were famously severe. Even when they were forced into the news, only a partial face would appear. Or a back. Or a silhouette from a distance.

They whispered among themselves, thinking Tristan couldn't hear. "Look, the high-profile family of three is here." "The man is wearing a mask again. Who is he exactly?" "Ah, look at that husband, all his attention is on his family. Unlike mine, always claiming to be on a business trip. But do we really need that extra money?" "That lady is so beautiful. But her outfit today makes her look like a college student who hasn't graduated yet." "Is he some kind of celebrity? Always wearing a mask." "Some say he looks like that ambrose family, but their child's surname is olsen. Would someone of ambrose's status let their child take the mother's surname?"

“It’s not what you think Mr Rockwell, please.” Ashton looked at her–his eyes a mixture of emotions ranging from shock, disbelief, anger and finally, pity. His angry eyes left hers for a second and returned to Damon. “You have no right to talk to me about disrespect when you and your family treat your wife like this. Why? Because she is an orphan?” “What happens in my family is none of your business.” Damon shot back, hands still bunched up in a fist. Ashton smirked, “It might not be my business, but I wonder what the owner of that babycare company that values family so much would have to say about it.”

He laughed Alta's mom pinched them both on the side of their body. “For work huh?” She smirked like how Alta smirked at me. “Do you kill each other at work?” “Hey. I did not say that is for work. My son said that.” Her father defended himself Looking at their family made me smile, I know Alta deserves this kind of love. And I also know that she wants this kind of family someday. Chlaraizy Auzon’s POV (Altalune’s mother)

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,

YSABELLE “What did you just say, Ashton?” I tightly shut my eyes at how Ronan sounded. Rage and dismay lingered in his tone, and he was on the verge of scolding Ashton. “He's not your son. And obviously, he's not my real brother. So, why is he still in our family?” “Ashton,” I warned him to shut his mouth. He knows Ronan wouldn't like it if he brought up this topic again. “No, Mom. Why is he defending the son of the person who almost killed us? Do you think I didn't know about the past? I'm not blind and deaf.”

“Plus La Bonita and the Wishing Well.” She blinked. “Your brother owns all three?” “Yes. My brother is Trent Younger, although I’m actually younger than him.” He rolled his eyes at his pun and Violet laughed. She hadn’t heard anything about Ash’s family, although in Fair Haven, the family that was most talked about was the Thorntons. They were the most prestigious—and wealthy—family living in the town, and Martha had told her all about the huge mansion in the hills where the parents still lived. They also had a bunch of children—five, six, seven? Something like that.