Big Mom Family の小説・ストーリー

He put her down and hugged the rest. The joy on their faces made me speechless. I wondered what Demitri could have done to my kids. "Anna, how are you doing?" "I am fine," I said and walked into the kitchen, cleaning my both hands with the hand towel. This place has become a second home for Demitri since he can't spare a day without visiting. Now I have to get something for him to eat. I was still thinking of what to serve him when Cooper came into the kitchen, "Mom, Uncle is hungry"

"I am so sorry, love. Bonnie told me what happened. You are welcome to stay here for as long as you like." "What will I do without people like you and Bonnie in my life?" He smiled at me. "That is why we are here." Ari soon bolted out again. "Uncle Jeremy, did you know that my daddy took me to a big hospital?" Jeremy chuckled. "Really?" She nodded her head like a rattle, looking all excited. "Yes. Mommy came along as well." "Really, Ari? I only 'came along'?" Jeremy was just laughing beside me. "She is one lucky girl. Not everyone wakes up and find out that they have a billionaire as a father." He joked, and we both laughed.

While I play I'm reminded of my family, and how much they really meant to be before it all turned to shit. One of my aunts, Pamela, died from cancer at the age of 35. Our mother was 48 when she died and my dad was 49, my mother had Edison when she was only 19, and then Jas when she was 26, and later on when she was 28, I came along, and the most unexpected kid came too, she gave birth to Nel when she was 35. And even though I don't really remember her, I have the stories that my family members told me engraved in my brain to remind me, that I'm never truly alone in my fight.

Dad interrupts while hugging Mom. "You can't even crawl properly." Mom said while pinching Dad's nose and we all laughed. In case you're wondering, Mom and Dad have six children in total, Me, Jim, Billy, Jerry, Ellie and Patricia. Yeah, we're one big happy family now, for anyone who tries to make fun of our only sister, they have to face her five brothers first... That's according to Billy by the way, the rest of us doesn't care and we don't give a fuck, we let Patricia to fight for herself, she's not in the drama they saw on Television. But it doesn't mean we don't love her.

“The legitimate family might not be happy to share their inheritance with a bastard daughter they never knew existed.” I pressed my hand into her palms, took a deep breath and sighed. “What kind of business did he do and how much is he worth?” Mom closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and then opened them, she looked scared for a moment. “He owns one of the biggest companies in the country and he is worth billions of dollars, my baby.”

Father continued his rant. "You won't believe what she did a month ago. She actually called me crying nonsense about being kidnapped and demanded three hundred dollars in ransom. Can you believe that?" "Three hundred dollars? What kind of rogues ask for so little? I think she's just making up another ridiculous excuse to cause trouble. She's bringing shame to our family!" As he spoke, father sighed. "Well, if she asks again, give her some. After all, she's been spoiled all her life, definitely not used to hardship. The house is actually quieter without her."

He considered that for a moment, looking out at the city with his arms still crossed and the wind moving through his hair in a way that made him look slightly less composed than he had inside. “You’re the person this family needs most and values least,” he said. “You’ve held their domestic structure together for twelve years. You’ve been the daughter Margaret performed warmth at when she needed an audience to believe she was a generous woman. You’ve been the younger sister Adrian never had to take seriously because you had no power to compel him to.” He turned back to me. “And you’ve been the evidence that Victor’s arrangement worked. A real, living, functioning child in the house, proof tha

Bailey stared at me from where he crouched on the floor, his eyes burning red. After what felt like forever, Mom finally found her voice again. It sounded raw, scraped apart by grief. "Family... family means us. Lola, your father, your brother, me... we’re your family." I blinked slowly and looked at her tear-streaked face. My voice remained perfectly calm. "Directive unclear. Please provide a standardized definition." Fresh tears immediately poured down Mom’s face. She lunged forward and wrapped both arms around me, squeezing me so tightly it felt like she wanted to force me back into her heart.

I closed my eyes, letting the last shred of my attachment to family die. "Think whatever you want. But Mom, even if you kill yourself right now, I'm still telling everyone the truth about that matcha."

Or maybe she’s already found it and doesn’t like what it means. “You okay?” I ask quietly. She hesitates, then nods. “I’m fine.” Liar. Mom interrupts with a cheerful voice. “Are you coming tomorrow with Pookie?” Anastasia’s smile softens instantly. “Yes, I am.” They hold hands, and Mom pulls her in for a hug. I see the way Dad’s watching them too — quietly, like he’s seeing something deeper. “Who’s Pookie?” he asks. “My cat,” Anastasia replies.