Novel & Cerita Book My Family

Geneveive Tessa Robert According to an online page I read, the Hotel New Grand is the best place to book a room whenever you come over to Paris for a family vacation. Mom had suggested we celebrate the holidays in another country, and according to the votes, France was the pick. So, on a bright Friday morning, everyone hopped into Dad’s friend's private plane, and the next day we arrived in Paris. I couldn’t sleep through the flight because of the kids, but my mom assured me it was fine. They were almost two anyway! I was still worried, so I read through the historical novel I brought along and buried myself in it until I slept off.

I said keeping my phone on the table after booking the tickets for the hell online. I can’t believe I really did that. Bravo! With my own hands, I booked the flight for my own death! So, what happened is my mother and father literally emotionally blackmailed me as to how my mother’s side of the family is in danger. I don’t know why should I care for them when they never cared for us? I am 23 years old, my brother is 25 and we have never seen them yet. They didn’t care about us. So why should we?

Plus, it was best for their whole family to start over. Also, it would only be beneficial for the child to grow up in Maconia with the Barnes clan. Their status could be compared to any of the families in the Great 7 families in Great Blackhampton. “Alright. After I get off from work, I would pick them up from the airport. We’ll have dinner at home then. You’re not going anywhere later on, right?” “Mn. I’m staying home after this too.” “Good.” “I’ll see you later then..”

and then I hear Ajax mumble a series of curse words underneath his breath, and then I open the door, in which he makes the most of because he immediately engulfs me in a hug, "Why didn't you tell me that you have an uncle?" I shake my head at him and hold my head in my hands, "tell me Dahlia.." and when I glance up at him he offer me a short smile, then whispers, "You can trust me, with anything" I sigh again and take a deep breath, "because he used to abuse my aunt, his wife" Ajax never knew my family, mainly because I was so fucked up that I never wanted to tell anyone what I had saw through my young innocent eyes, nor did I really want to talk about family life when I had just been placed

"Shut up! It's exactly because you're our daughter that we can decide your marriage!" Miranda held my arm tightly and tried to persuade me calmly, "He's got a car, a house, and money. You'll have a comfortable life if you marry him." Carl chimed in, too. "Mr. Smith may be a bit older, but he's an honest man. You'll marry into happiness and do right by you." Even my second brother, Tony, spoke up. "That's right. Mr. Smith's not a bad man." Seeing every single family that I was related to by blood determined to sell me out, all I could feel was the chill to the bone as I shook uncontrollably.

As far as family goes, they’re all I have… and Tyler doesn’t know anyone else. The thought hits me out of nowhere. They’re my family—but is Tyler part of it now, just because we’re married? Even though the marriage wasn’t planned and I’m only staying here for three months? What do I even call him that doesn't sound strange? He’s my husband… but is he a part of my family? This wasn’t supposed to be so complicated. When I reach my room, I unlock my phone. Several missed calls from my uncle and aunt. Two messages from Max. One from Vanessa. A few emails—definitely work-related—so I ignore them.

She had watched her brothers and sisters try to find themselves again as their parents divorced as if it really was the basic structure for their own lives. As she got to the club, she saw a few other faces that she knew. It wasn’t like they lived in a big area, so it wasn’t uncommon to run into the family that she had grown up with alongside her own. This night she saw three of the men from that family and two of her own brothers as well. She shook her head. She looked down at herself and knew one or more of them would have something to say. She found her friend, Marco. They went to a booth that he had reserved. “Sorry, kids, I forgot that this is the happening place.” He chuckled.

"I just never realized it would cause such serious consequences for you!" Tears streamed down Chelsea's face as she continued, "Wyatt, I'm sorry. Won't you give me another chance? I've already gotten back at Patrick for you. "His family has been in a financial crisis these few years and only barely survived because of me. I pulled all the funds, so his family has gone bankrupt. They ended up much worse than I ever was. "Besides, Callie can't be without you either. She's been waking up crying in the middle of the night, asking for her dad. She's not doing well, and I couldn't take care of her properly, so my family sent her to boarding school—"

Mom froze and gently patted my shoulder. "What nonsense are you talking about? How could you not need them? Sure, Jonathan is wealthy, but you can't look down on the Lane family's assets!" I stared at my anxious parents in a daze. Never in my life had they shown me such concern. Just because my birth had taken time and caused Adriana to be born weak, I owed her my entire life. During our birthdays when we were still kids, Mom and Dad would surround her in the middle, singing her a birthday song. Only after they put her to sleep would they remember to wish me a happy birthday.

“My family.” THE END!