Novelas y relatos de Fam Fiction

According to the Moretti family's rules, my twin sister Chloe and I were supposed to inherit our grandmother's trust when we turned eighteen. But the night before the trust was unlocked, my mother came to us with red-rimmed eyes and told us the family was three million dollars in debt. We needed to pay it off immediately. My fiancé Damian held my hand and moved our wedding date up to the end of the year. He promised we'd face it together. That night, Chloe and I both signed the waiver. Three days later, I got my Harvard acceptance letter with a full scholarship. I rushed home early to share the news—and walked straight into the living room projector still running. On the screen was a g

My half-brother, Jim Sullivan, pushed me down a snowy mountain, leaving me with a fractured spine. My mom, Doris Moore, and my wife, Julia Stone, rushed me to the hospital in a panic. Later, they learned that I might be permanently paralyzed. To put my mind at ease, Julia held up a ring and swore that she would take care of me for the rest of my life. Mom also cut ties with Jim, saying she would make him pay for what he had done. They told me Jim fell off a cliff while trying to escape, and they never found his body. I believed them. That was until three years into my marriage, a friend sent me a video. In the footage, Jim, who was supposed to be dead, was holding a child in his left

Grandpa Frank and Grandma Harper resided in the rural countryside, far away from where we were. In my past life, after Mom and Dad faked their deaths, I was so consumed by the need to work and repay the debt that I had no mental energy for anything else. I was working from the second I woke up, so I simply didn't have the luxury or the capacity to think about anything else. It struck me as odd that there had been no news at all from Grandpa Frank and Grandma Harper. They were the ones who had actually raised me, while Mom and Dad were practically strangers.

Her father, at the head of the table, sliced into his medium-rare steak with silver cutlery. He barked, his voice cold, "Why the long face? We're headed to the Hamptons for a month, a spot packed with A-listers. Don't bring down the Vane name with your sour act." "She's just jealous Serena's bouncing back so well and gets to go to the yacht party," her brother Leo said, gently pouring Serena a glass of fresh juice. "Serena's an angel sent by God. Some people are just meant to be leftovers. Haven't you found your place yet?"

My cheap top-floor rental had no air conditioning, so stepping inside felt like walking straight into a boiler room. My family probably couldn't imagine this, could they? After all, they were most likely sitting in their huge villa somewhere, enjoying the air-conditioning. The light bulb flickered on and off, like it was about to die again. Ever since Mom moved me into this place, she had barely come home. When she did, though, she would bring different men with her to fool around. The sounds coming from the bedroom were unbearable. She took the money she earned from sleeping with men and gambled it all away, never sparing a thought—or a penny—for me. What I never expected was that she was a

The system's cold mechanical voice responded, "Because you insisted on staying in this world, causing our system that drives the plot in this world to collapse. We just want everything to return to the original state." I once again sighed at the system's merciless nature. It was willing to do anything to achieve its goals. When Carrie fell down the stairs, my family believed I pushed her. When I ate the cake she threw away, my family believed I snatched it from her. They even believed the reason she developed a heart condition was that I constantly bullied her. All these "truths" were fabricated memories implanted by the system into the minds of my father, mother, and brother. Her heart dise

“I’m serious! Imagine it… a guy who would burn the world for you? Who would kill for you?” My stomach tightens slightly, not in excitement, but in memory. My gaze drops for a second. And suddenly…I see it. Not imagination, but reality. My mom and my three dads. The way they love….. possessive, dominant, dangerous and obsessive. My mom told my sisters and I some stories of what my dads did because they're in love with her. The Mafia romance exists in my family. It's real and not fiction, nor fantasy. Slowly, I shake my head.

He turned the truth upside down, spouting such a heartless excuse without a flicker of guilt and standing here as though he had every right to. I slipped in a quiet word. “Locking your own daughter in a lethal silver cage… Tell me, chief, does that sound like something normal parents would do? To me, they look less like parents and more like lunatics trapped in their own delusions!” My father's face flushed with rage. “She’s faking it! She remembers us. I know she does!” He suddenly lunged at me, trying to rip open my collar. “She has a scar on her left shoulder, from when Emma pushed her into a silver rack as a child!”

All family relationships in this collection are step, adopted, or chosen family only — zero blood relation. Characters may still call each other “bro,” “sis,” “mommy,” “daddy,” etc., because that’s how they grew up after their parents married. It’s part of the taboo fantasy. Enjoy the filth without worry 😈

A chaos I loved and found reassuring. Though, I think any of our homes could be considered that. All of my parents’ close friends, my aunts and uncles had multiple children, and we had all grown up close. And we were all crazy in our own way. That was what I loved about us. We, when all together, were as chaotic as our homes, and that was what made us the family unit we were. That was what made us home. “Good morning you.” Finn had the door of his suite open and was leaning against the frame, dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts. His toned chest bare, making me feel a little flustered, despite the fact I had seen him dressed like this so many times before.