Best Family Drama Books Novels & Stories

“That’s because you landed on my arm!” “Maybe if you hadn’t been standing in my way—” “Maybe if you could walk straight—” Frank waves his hand, still laughing. “Well, that’s one way to start a love story.” “Yeah,” I mumble, glaring at Tyler. “Real romantic.” After dinner, Vivian insists on showing me the house. Tyler stays behind with his dad, probably pretending to help with the dishes. Vivian leads me upstairs, chatting non-stop about the family, about Tyler’s childhood, about everything in between. Her energy is infectious — warm and kind, like sunlight on a cold morning.

“It’s fine, Naomi. You seem to have a problem with me now that you are a part of this family.” Though stunned, I quickly got a grip on myself and declined the suggestion. To my surprise, Keith agreed without getting my consensus. I was disgruntled. It was absurd enough that I had to share a bed with my mother-in-law on my wedding night, but she took up the space between me and my husband too. Whitney glanced at me before sprawling herself across the sanctity of my bed. “A good wife shouldn’t be so petty. You should be kind to your husband’s family.”

His cock notched at my cunt. Holt’s wet fingers pressed against the other hole. Vance lifted my chin. Their father stood at the foot of the bed and watched his three sons line his son’s wife up like a meal they were going to eat in courses. “Last chance to be only Reid’s,” Daddy said. I pushed back onto Reid and onto Holt’s fingers at the same time. “Don’t stop.” Daddy’s hand cracked across my ass, once, sharp, approving. “Then take your daddies, Sky. All four. And you don’t close your mouth until this room smells like family.”

Most evenings, Sienna asks if Grandma Diana can read bedtime stories. They work through classic literature. Little Women. Anne of Green Gables. A Little Princess. Diana reads with expression. Voices for characters. Drama. "Why do all these girls lose their parents?" Sienna asks during Anne of Green Gables. "Because the stories are about finding family. About how family isn't always who you're born to. Sometimes it's who chooses you." "Like how you chose us." "Exactly. The best families are chosen." Lorenzo and Sofia visit weekly. They've grown close to Diana. Consider her grandmother too. She hosts them at the cottage. Cooks dinner. Tells stories.

“Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Excellent book.” He sits down and begins reading. The first picture I draw is a portrait of uncle Owen’s sister with a wolf howling at the edge of a cliff at a full moon in the background. I make one for his father too. I plan to give them these at the funeral. I do similar ones of Michael to give to Carrie and one for Zuri but with a lion for the family.

Still wearing her work clothes, she sat in front of the bar table ordering a drink that could get rid of the burden of his current mind. Her eyes traced the club visitors which were very full of scantily clad women, she looked to the left of the sofa at the end filled with many men and there was one woman in the middle of the men, she was very disgusted to see a bitch like that looking for a rich man to be used and will cause problems in the future. Like Ardi's uncle's mother, who broke the peace of the Syalendra family, how could her grandfather have had an affair with a cunning woman like that.