Book My Family Novels & Stories

She energetically stated and I smiled, laughing at her vibrance. The maid served us chamomile tea which smelled fragrant and calming. As I took a sip, I savored each of its taste and hummed in contentment. Truly, what a taste. “Right, I wanted to inform you that the Halton family is planning a Family outing overseas. Would you be able to come next week for three days?” I widened my eyes, “So fast? What day?” “From Wednesday then we’re going to return Saturday morning,” she looked at the watch that hung on the wall then resumed, “I wanted to invite you because I have realized that you haven’t gone outside of your house to rest and unwind. You can also invite a maximum of two people.”

We exchanged smiles, silently acknowledging the magic that had transpired between us. Taking a seat on a nearby bench, we formed a circle, the morning breeze gently rustling through the leaves overhead. The conversations flowed effortlessly, each word laced with warmth and genuine affection. It was in these moments, surrounded by the people I cherished, that I realized the true meaning of family—a chosen family bonded by love and shared experiences.

The Brown family was a famous family in the country. The Brown family certainly had many rules to follow, but Matthew didn't remind me about that or ask me to pay special attention to anything, so I didn't have to worry about that. After returning home, I passed by a bookstore. I bought some books to read in my freetime. The books I bought were all related to my future major. It was very helpful to me.

After class, my half sister sent a driver to pick me up for the family dinner. But he parked outside the estate of the Besa family, the most dangerous mafia clan in England. My half sister, Sophie Hawthorne, was practically dripping with smugness on the other end. "Got you! The driver's gone. Let's see how you get out of this one!" I stood frozen. My father sighed on the other end of the line. "You fell for a trick that simple? You're a disgrace to the Hawthorne blood in your veins!" My stepmother laughed. "How can you be this stupid? Find your own way out. We have a dinner to attend." Shaking with fear, I sank to the ground and, with my last shred of hope, called my fiance, Ethan Mercer. Th

"A baby brother?" "Yes, sweetie," I whispered as I leaned closer. "You, me, your daddy, and your new little brother are going to be a perfect family. You won't ever need to think about her again." Kenny looked down at his book. Only then did I notice that he was reading a book about families. The page he was on read: "A family comprises a father, a mother, and their children." I patted his cheek. “If you miss your mum so much, you can call me mummy.”

The proper oatmeal from the diner and the brown sugar ratio and the reading routine and the seven book series. The drawing with the three figures. Category seven and the placeholder for things that were coming. *He's family. Family doesn't stay at hotels.* I told her all of it. She listened with the focused attention of someone who had asked a question and was receiving the answer she needed. When I finished she was quiet for a moment. "He said that," she said. "A five year old. He said *he's family.*" "Yes," I said. "Unprompted," she said.

Only us. Our family.

In our past life, this had been our home after marriage. It had once held our sweetest moments. It had also watched us turn into enemies, and finally, filled it with hatred. When the car stopped, she unbuckled her seat belt and turned her head to look at me. Her expression was unreadable through the dim light in the car, but her tone was softer than it had been outside the Lowe family’s villa. “Get out. We need to talk.”

I ignored everyone and retreated to the attic—this small space that belonged solely to me—to treat my wounds alone. After finishing everything, I lay on my bed, staring blankly at the night sky stained with ink-black darkness. I wanted time to pass quickly. I wanted to escape this cold-blooded family immediately. --- Over the next three days, the Blackwood family threw themselves into passionate preparations for Sera's discharge party, simultaneously celebrating her official appointment as the pack's healer. Father truly adored her. He even announced plans to formally adopt her, saying she was a hundred times better than his own daughter.

"Come on, let's have a drink, just the two of us!" My foster mother finally let go of me, turning to Solomon with a scolding look. "All you think about is drinking! Our son just got home, and you're pouring yourself a glass? Thomas, stop him! Your old man's got high blood pressure; he should cut back on drinking!" Listening to my foster mother's chattering, I felt an overwhelming sense of warmth. This was my home. These were my real family. Before long, I heard that the Sullivans had gone bankrupt, and Giselle had disappeared with Kevin's last bit of money.