Book Of Family Novels & Stories

"Balance looks good on you." "It feels good. Finally." I finished my book about breaking generational curses. "CHOOSING LIGHT: How to Break Free from Family Trauma" The publisher loved it. Called it "necessary" and "powerful." Publication date: six months out. "Another publicity tour?" Isla asked. "Probably. But smaller. Less intense. I learned my lesson." "Good. Because our kids need at least one parent who's not traumatized by media attention." Fair point. We did family therapy.

Miska winked, teasing her sister. Hearing her brother's wish, Michael pinched her cheek. Born into the Syailendra family, which people say is already rich with seven generations, Michael lives in wealth. Moreover, he is the first of three children and the only son, therefore almost all of his family's companies are currently holding him because his father had a stroke. His two younger siblings did not want to continue the family business and chose to realize their dreams, Miska, who is a professional model, will now become one of the iconic fashion models to be held in Paris. While, his younger sister Melody Andrea Syailendra became a surgeon. "So you came to your brother's party tonight, ri

the Shared-Sense System asked. I looked at Rayden, the brother who had just kicked me. Then I glanced at my second brother, Nelson Tandham. He stood at the railing in wire-rim glasses, cheering as if this were a sporting event. Finally, I looked at my eldest brother, Justin Tandham. He was the one who made the decision back then. He was the one who turned me into a human psychic shield. Choosing felt impossible, so I stopped trying to be fair. "Can I bind all of them?" I asked. "Every member of my family."

It felt like progress, like actively doing something instead of just reacting to problems. At the library, Isabella checked out every book Dr. Chen had recommended. Stories about single mothers and daughters. Books showing different family structures. Age-appropriate stories about dealing with big feelings. That evening, she read one to Lily before bed. It was about a little bear being raised by just her mama bear, finding joy and adventure despite missing her papa bear. "Is that like us?" Lily asked when Isabella finished. "A little bit. We're our own kind of family. Just you and me and all the people who love us."

Her family is shocked and angry at first, but as they listen to her story, they begin to understand the importance of what she has discovered. They realize that the secrets of the past must be brought to light, and they work together to uncover more of the truth. They discover that the book is part of a larger story, one that reaches back through the centuries. As the family delves deeper into the mystery, they discover that they are descended from a long line of people who have been trying to protect the book and its secrets for generations. They learn about the power of the book and the danger it holds, and they begin to understand why their ancestors kept it hidden for so long.

“Don’t get me wrong I do but I’m worried. You are always indoors. You are growing up and you need to get out there, enjoy the world.” “I’m enjoying my world.” “What is your book all about?” “Crime fiction.” “Am I supposed to know about that?” “Ah dad. Where do I even start from?” Her father looked at her. “Ok just know that it’s about the most notorious family in Zambia.” “Notorious?” “Yes. The family is the most feared in the country. No one crosses their path. Whoever does, gets killed. On top of that, they have connections everywhere. The police cannot touch them. No one touches them.”

“We were Family. Do you know what that means in the Bratva?” I shake my head. “I barely know what family is anymore.” “Well, in the Bratva, Family is the unseen force that holds everything together. In the blood, there are cells, and these cells are a collection of molecules, and these are a collection of atoms. These atoms, they are held together by an invisible force, the willpower of the universe, and I believe this extends back up to the animal kingdom, and to Family in particular.” I wasn’t expecting such a deep explanation from him, and I’m already captivated. I lean forward, clasping my hands together as I soak up every word he utters.

“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.”

Their faces twisted in confusion, anxiety flickering in their eyes. Whenever they wanted me to give something up, they’d slap me with one hand and offer candy with the other. It never failed to work. All they had to do was take the first step and reach out, and I’d cave every time. This time, no one was on the other end of the call, eagerly calling them “Mom” and “Dad.” “Honey, Laura’s not exactly the sharpest at work, so why do you keep spoiling her? When we’re gone, she’ll burn through the family’s fortune in no time.

What kind of person would do that to their family? My family had made me question the definition of family. I don't know why my own family is bound by blood, greed and hatred. One left when I was a baby and came back when I didn't even need him. The other killed his sister because of money. What in God's name is going on with the family He had given me? Why did I have to come to this world through them? My mother was the only one sane in that family and she had to die because of the insane one.