Book Of Family Novels & Stories

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—"

A month later, armed with my genuine near-perfect scores, I got my acceptance letter to Harvard. As the only legal heir, I took over the board of our family empire. "Throw them all out." Sitting in my grandfather's CEO chair, I gave my first order to the head of security. Chloe was dragged out of the penthouse by security, screaming and cursing my name. Mason cried like a baby, kneeling and begging me for a chance. Cousin Brianna stayed arrogant, claiming I was destroying the family. I didn't give any of them a second glance.

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.”

“I trust my guts, Mastermind!” “Then let`s beat him at his own game, instead.” The bell rang, lunch was over. A few weeks later, I came across this book titled “The Autocratic Family” at the storeroom. It seemed outdated but I took it anyway so I could get some knowledge about this gang and why it came about to split. The book gave me what I wanted to know; I felt like it was going to lead me to where I wanted- who killed my brother? It took me a week and a half to read a book that was as triple as large as the holy book.

Then he looked at my hand and then collected my book from me. “What? You want this back?” I nodded my head slightly. “Well, let’s see what we have here.” He said as he flipped through the pages and then stopped at the part where I drew the kind of family I wanted, then he chuckled. “You will never have this kind of family, girl. You are now in the lair of doom.” He snickered as he stared intently at the book.

The dining hall was grand, with long tables set for a feast, and I knew, without a doubt, that my babies and I were finally home, and best of all we had our mate and chosen family with us here. ____________________ This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and KindleVella.

"Your daughter? Since when did you acknowledge me as your daughter? How many people in this city know that I'm your daughter? "I'm materialistic and greedy, while Clarisse isn't, huh? Well, maybe that's because she's never had to ask for a thing in her life when everything is handed to her on a silver platter! Meanwhile, my own brother accused me of stealing from him." On the mention of him, I glanced over at Kevin, and I could feel my stomach churn in disgust. Back when I first joined this family, Kevin was the only person who treated me well in any capacity. He'd worry about me when I fell, ask about my grades, and give me candy when no one was around.