Novel & Cerita Best Family Drama Books

hey guys I am sorry I haven't posted my oldest child's dad was shot and killed and we have been trying to help my son process it the best we can, plus help his mom get the funeral set up and granted permission to leave hospice to be able to attend it's and it's putting a strain on my current relationship because I am having to do all this work for an ex but all that work isn't for my ex but my child not my fault the man didn't have a woman after I left him and they have no other family to help her plan it and get her out of hospice ok rant over sorry but I will get back to posting Monday March 16th with 2 chapters for all 3 of my books I have open

“Don’t get me wrong I do but I’m worried. You are always indoors. You are growing up and you need to get out there, enjoy the world.” “I’m enjoying my world.” “What is your book all about?” “Crime fiction.” “Am I supposed to know about that?” “Ah dad. Where do I even start from?” Her father looked at her. “Ok just know that it’s about the most notorious family in Zambia.” “Notorious?” “Yes. The family is the most feared in the country. No one crosses their path. Whoever does, gets killed. On top of that, they have connections everywhere. The police cannot touch them. No one touches them.”

The Vane family's collapse continued. Ever since Dante's meltdown that night, the Vane Enterprises stock had plummeted twice in three days. The Rossi family pulling their investments was the first domino, triggering a chain reaction. Banks started calling in loans, and partners were cutting ties. The Vane couple seemed to have aged ten years overnight. They tried reaching out to Elara, but it was like shouting into the void. And the most panicked person in the mansion was Serena. Her parents and brother had suddenly turned on her, leaving her no choice but to run to Dante.

"Don't blame Connie, Mom. It's my fault. I have caused you so much trouble. I shouldn't have taken the coat from her…" Before she finished, Dad grabbed me and slammed me to the ground. He roared, "A cold-blooded thing like you doesn't deserve to live in this loving family!" I cried and begged him to stop. But the more I cried, the more he was convinced that I felt no remorse. His claws landed harder and harder. Mom and Nathan stood at a distance, their faces indifferent. It was as if I weren't part of the family, just a filthy rogue they didn't recognize.

Her fierce demeanor. Thank you for the votes and reviews. You guys helped me get 3rd place in the contest. We have a few more chapters before this story closes to an end. Don't worry, you will find out soon more about Dominic and Elizabeth. Book 2 in the series Baine Family: Love and War is out with few chapters until I complete this. Finally My own Love. Again thank you for your patience and I promise to update as soon as possible.

“Honey, Laura’s not exactly the sharpest at work, so why do you keep spoiling her? When we’re gone, she’ll burn through the family’s fortune in no time. “I really thought we could count on Eva to take care of us when we’re old. But she didn’t answer just now. You don’t think she’s actually mad at us, do you?” Mom looked at Dad with a worried expression. He tossed his cigarette into the ashtray, scowling. “For giving her life, she owes us everything. And Laura was dying. As her older sister, she should be happy to help. What right does she have to be upset? Honestly, we’ve been too soft on her lately. She’s forgetting her place!”

“Don’t get me wrong I do but I’m worried. You are always indoors. You are growing up and you need to get out there, enjoy the world.” “I’m enjoying my world.” “What is your book all about?” “Crime fiction.” “Am I supposed to know about that?” “Ah dad. Where do I even start from?” Her father looked at her. “Ok just know that it’s about the most notorious family in Zambia.” “Notorious?” “Yes. The family is the most feared in the country. No one crosses their path. Whoever does, gets killed. On top of that, they have connections everywhere. The police cannot touch them. No one touches them.”

The three of them showed me my room and the mounds of books they'd stocked on the shelves, and I stayed holed up alone until dinner, lost in the pages of a made-up world. It was weird to eat with anyone other than my mom, or anywhere other than at our table for two. Ours was nestled into a corner of our living room to create a makeshift dining space. Even at eight years old, I knew it wasn't much, but it was ours, and my mom worked hard to make sure we had a nice place. It wasn't as big as the Shaws' house. Our carpet was flat from walking on it all the time, and my twin bed didn't have a matching dresser, much less a nightstand and a lamp. The walls were white and our dishes mismatched, but

The Family was expanding, and this upscale gentlemen's club was just one of many we had bought around the world over the last few years. Of course, normally, I wouldn’t be sent over to keep an eye on things. We had managers for that. But something was going on in London, and it made The Family nervous. So there I was and there I would stay. At least until the thief was caught and punished. If they were lucky, we would hand them over to the authorities. The Family was a law-abiding consortium after all, but I doubted it. Things would be better handled in house. Quickly and quietly like they always were. It would be better for the guilty party to hand themselves into the police. Much, much bet

Then I skipped out of the room and disappeared down the hall. That night, I started reading my daddy's favorite incest story. "Why do you hate me, daddy?" And from the very first paragraph, I was hooked. I literally couldn't stop reading. Parts of the story made me cry. Others made me laugh. The relationship between Gracie and her sisters was endearing. But the relationship with her dad... wow, I fully understood what my dad meant about it being a "slow burn". My pussy felt like it had been put on a spit and slowly turned over a fire all night long while I read. I started reading close to eleven and it was nearly four in the morning before I finished the story.