Book My Family Novels & Stories

The handmade storybook lay open at the center. Above it, a title written in Aria’s bold handwriting: OUR FAMILY: A STORY STILL GROWING Parents paused. Teachers smiled. A few lingered longer than expected. “This is beautiful,” one mother said softly. Aiden straightened. “We made it together.” May watched him—really watched him—and felt something settle permanently in her chest. When it was time for presentations, Aria went first. She stood on the small platform, chin lifted, eyes bright. “My family is four people,” she began. “And a lot of love.”

I felt their presence and for the first time ever I felt poor to the bones. The families exchange some words to give clarity in what we should do and what are things we needed to prepare before going there. The most important part is if both families agrees to go there and stay for 2 weeks. My family, The Aurora, were fine with it. Especially with mom and dad because it was a free trip to a place we can’t even imagine going to. The night I told my mom about the situation, she just straight up screamed. She shouted so loud that the neighbors complained the next day. The Monied kingdom was her dream tour ever since she was five. To sum it all up, our family is head on to going there.

She hugged Amy rubbing her back soothingly. "I'm sorry. I made you cry." "It's okay. So what date did you book the tickets?" She asked smiling and sniffling her tears. "We are going in our private jet. We can go anytime you want. But I was thinking we can go immediately after your winter break starts so that you can spend more time with your family." Saying mom walked back to her seat. "That would be perfect." Amy smiled through her moist eyes. "Are we going to India?" Asked Ryan.

My family was going on a beach trip for summer. My mother came up with the whole itinerary two weeks earlier. My father booked a room with a view of the sea. My brother picked the surfboards, while my sister went with the dresses for socials. I was helping them pack up the night before the trip when I saw the tickets on the coffee table. There were only four of them, and they were for my father, mother, brother, and sister. They didn't get one for me. My mother saw me, and she froze. "Oh, I forgot all about you." My brother didn't even look up. "She can just stay at home." My sister said quietly, "Maybe I shouldn't go, then?" My mother quickly took her side. "No. You've been looking for

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."

The truth was that seeing my family slowly fall apart still hurt. But I could never forgive Frost, the man who had destroyed my family. At that moment, the scheduled email I had prepared was finally sent. It was delivered directly to the mailbox of the Federal Trade Commission. At the same time, it spread rapidly across the internet. The story instantly became a major topic of public discussion. Vivian was exhausting every connection and resource she had to save the family. Yet she kept running into invisible obstacles. By the time she discovered the truth, the Kramer Group had already been completely divided up.

Even Rayan had come to look down on me. My father spent the last decade asking me countless times to come back home and take over the family business. I could not bear to leave Robert. I could not bear to leave Rayan even more. So I kept refusing. Since they had latched onto someone else of higher status, leaving them no longer mattered to me. I stopped by the law firm under my father’s company. As I came out and got into a cab, I received a call from the moving company. “Ms. Harper, can you come to the delivery address? I think you might have given us the wrong address!”

“The girls are going to lose their minds when I tell them. We’ll leave Friday morning.” She was still buzzing with excitement as she disappeared down the hallway toward her room, already on the phone making plans. On one hand, Tristan booked the trip to empty out the house for us. On the other hand, from my father to my mother to my stepfather, I had a very dysfunctional family.

But now, after everything that had happened last night, after this morning… it felt like the perfect chance to just be around people we cared about. “Should we get them a gift?” Emily asked, flipping through her phone. “Something small for the baby?” I nodded. “Yeah. Maybe a toy or a memory book?” She smiled. “A memory book. That’s perfect. I’ll pick one up from the store before we head over.” Mila looked up. “Can I come too?” Emily looked over at me. “Sure,” I said. “Family trip to the bookstore.” Mila grinned and ran to grab her shoes.

Axel, a successful businessman, was preparing for a week-long business meeting in a different city. As he packed his suitcase with essential documents and business attire, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt about leaving his family behind. His wife, Mama Hazel, reassured him that she and their 3-year-old son, Theo, would be just fine holding down the fort at their mansion. The morning of Axel's departure arrived, and as he kissed Theo on the forehead and hugged Mama Hazel tightly, he promised to call them every day and return home as soon as the meeting was over. With a heavy heart, Axel bid his family farewell and headed to the airport.