Dearest Family Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Ethan, the so-called devil of Avensville, sat there stone-faced, using the same pen he signed billion-dollar deals with to check off items on the menu. "Throw in an order of grilled shrimp. Make it spicy." I pulled out my phone and started a new livestream. The caption was, "Dinner with the Richest Family in Avensville." "Come on, sweetheart. Open up. That's it…" my father said, smiling as he fed me a piece of crab leg. "You won't find better Cajun seasoning than this." I chewed and spoke to the camera, a little muffled, "You guys see this? This is the real Arnold Stone. What you saw earlier is just how he gets when he's angry. This is what he's actually like."

My older brother’s assistant caught me as I stumbled. My older brother, Zane Clark, looked at me. He looked a bit stern and a little disappointed. Behind him stood a group of people, led by the general manager of the parent company. Celene’s assistant turned pale and instinctively took two steps back. Zane was the head of the largest law firm in Beirat. He had full authority over the legal affairs of all our family’s companies. Naturally, this included the company Celene worked for.

"My Dearest, As I sit here and reflect on the journey we have traveled together, my heart swells with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. There are no words that can adequately express the depth of appreciation I hold for you, my partner, my confidante, and the guiding light in our children's lives. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew that our paths were destined to intertwine. Little did I know then just how profoundly you would shape not only my life but the lives of our children. You possess a strength and resilience that is unparalleled, and it is through your unwavering love and dedication that our family has flourished.

He's coming after the Yeager family instead. "What?" Heston's panic got worse after he heard that. He jumped up from his chair and asked, "Did you just say that this person is coming for the Yeager family? Who the hell is he? The audacity that he has! How dare he target the Yeager family?" It was no wonder why Heston would panic so much. The Yeager family was the most revered and most powerful family in Biskeland. As one of the mysterious Four Ancient Families, they were around for decades and have been thriving ever since. How would dare to target the Yeager family?

Never surrenders. Just like us. Just like her. Just like family. Forever. Always. Until the end. And beyond.

She doesn't deserve you at all! "Enough!" Dad interrupted loudly, looking at his crude daughter in disbelief. "Adriana, how can you talk about your sister like that? She was disfigured because of you! And Jonathan is your sister's husband. How can you harbor such thoughts? If people heard this, the Lane family's reputation would be ruined!" Mom opened her mouth, seemingly somewhat disapproving. "I think it's fine, actually. Love is about mutual feelings, isn't it?" Hearing that, I could not help but laugh.

] I floated above the city, watching the three people I once loved end their sinful lives in the most tragic manner. I said softly to the system, "A little longer." I went to my grave. The flowers in front of the tombstone had wilted, but the tombstone was spotless. "Goodbye, Dad." "Goodbye, Mom." "Goodbye, Egor." "Goodbye, Jasmine." I quietly bid them farewell, saying goodbye to them and also to my once naive self who thought love could last forever. Never forgive. Never meet again. [Time remaining: 0.]

“Then find her someplace else.” I wasn’t backing down. “Frost!” His voice dropped into a dangerous growl. “You’re being unbelievably selfish. Fianna’s husband died for the family—she’s a widow of the family. As the future Donna, you should know how to treat the relatives of our fallen men. And she’s your sister!” Future Donna? Selfish? I looked at him—at that righteous fury like he was some saint—and all I felt was a bitter, humorless laugh rising in my throat.

I was amused at the respect they held for Nic. But he did not reach Nic, instead he held it up at me, I took the rose gold envelope with a wax seal done in a strawberry red colour. I snapped it open delicately trying not to ruin the elegant letter. Inside held an invitation from the Equestrian family, few of the reowned families in Italy, their son is getting engaged to the Brookhurst family. "Who is it from cara?" (love) "From the Equestrian family, their son is getting engaged and they've invited us" he nodded his head

"If you had so much money, why not help us all these years? Why let us sell our souls to that bastard of a mate of yours? We are your family!" "No. You're not. Priamos is my family. Nerezza and Conan. Lysander. Amadeus. Alastair. Even the two twat-faced assassins are my family. But you? You are only the insects who shunned me because I never had the same father." "If you do this, Farren, you can forget about coming back."