Book Of Family Novels & Stories

DIRTY AFFAIR WITH HIS IDENTICAL TWIN Chapter 175~ The Booker's had a family meeting, and I was invited. Even though the topic wasn't a happy one, it felt marvelous to belong to something so much bigger than myself. I had been a loner for a long time, other than having my pets and Kylie around. This family was complicated and they bickered and they loved each other unconditionally. It felt beyond amazing to be a part of that. Bernice and Christian stood up in front of their children and their children's partners and announced that they would be getting a divorce. We were all stunned.

"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.

DENIED. My handwriting stared back at me. Cold. Official. Final. Year one: “Another captain’s son has been taken. Priority reassigned. Frost is young. She can endure.” Year two: “The underboss’s child has been kidnapped. Someone must stay behind as bait. Frost is… suitable.” Year three: “A senior enforcer’s wife is giving birth. Family stability takes precedence. Frost has no dependents.” Year four. Year five. Year six. Year seven: “Fianna is a widow under the family’s protection. Her emotional state is unstable. Frost, as the future Donna, should show restraint and yield the position.”

Julian said nothing. He stood up, walked over to Elara, and held out his hand to her. "Come with me." He led her through a deep corridor to the family cemetery behind the castle. Moonlight poured like water onto the grass. Here lay the patriarchs of the Thorne family, and their cherished partners, buried through the generations. Each tombstone was etched with the family crest – a sword entwined with thorns. Julian took Elara to see his parents' tombstone, formally introducing her as his beloved.

It is my story, but it is also every story of chosen family, of blended lives, of love that refuses to be bound by blood or convention. She stopped, read the words back, and felt a shiver run down her spine. This was it. This was the book. In the nursery, Gracie stirred, a soft murmur of infant dreaming. In her room across the hall, Emma slept surrounded by dinosaurs and fairy lights. In the living room, Marcus scrolled through his phone, waiting for her to come to bed. This was her family. This was her story. And soon, it would be a book.

I ran from his car and hid at my neighbor's house. When I told my mother, she was furious with him. I'd never seen her so angry. She pulled out our suitcases and began tossing things into them. “Pack a bag. We're going to your aunt's house. Be sure to bring Nan's book,” she'd told me, pointing to the small bookshelf in our living room. The book was an heirloom bible, passed down from generation to generation. It never left the shelf, but it was always in our house. I knew we were officially settled somewhere when the bible went up on the shelf.

and when I finished, I wiped my eyes, kissed her goodbye, and stood to find Portia waiting for me on a bench not far off. Over the years, Portia and the Shaws had become as big a part of my family as I had theirs. I'd never known my dad, or even his name, and Ernie stepped in to fill that role from the day I met him. Every time my mom had to go through chemo, I'd gone back into foster care, and I had gotten a family that defied all odds. They weren't the couple that people read about who appeared to be wonderful on the outside, only to find out they abused the system for money and neglected the kids in their custody. Ernie and Hensley Shaw just wanted children and hadn't been able to have an

Zoey said softly, before her daughter released the book onto her hand. Together, they flopped themselves into the couch, Zoey took a deep breath, before flipping the pages. It was exactly the book that they were looking for when they went to Aunt Violet's house. The book was missing when they reached her bookshelf, so why in the hell was she holding the same book? "What's the book about, mommy?" Zara peered her eyes into the book. Zoey turned towards her daughter, "It's a record of all the Harts finance, Harts children, and everyone who's registered under the name, Harts."

"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—"

again. “I was going to find you,” he says. “I figured,” I reply. “Your town found me first.” He pauses before speaking- “this is your town too, Sloane” His mouth tightens. “People talk. I’m sorry” “They always did.” I reply- “But unlike you, my family doesn’t own this town. My family is definitely not who the county is named after. I'm nobody, I’m only somebody when it comes to my history with you.”