Fam Fiction Novels & Stories

This was one happy family, a family I'm not part of. "Okay uhm, I need answers, like from scratch, because... how?", was the only thing I could say. "I'm Amber, like I said earlier. I'm the oldest brother. Aaron, second, Asher third, you're the last", he started. "This story may or may not scare you, just listen to the end and please don't say anything", Lexy said. I nodded. "Okay, so we had a mom and dad, unfortunately we're not from a normal family, out father was involved in Mafia -"

I could see joy, real joy on their faces. They smacked me for playing with their emotions, they laughed and smiled. "Okay uhm, I need answers, like from scratch, because... how?", was the only thing she could say. "I'm Amber, like I said earlier. I'm the oldest brother. Aaron, second, Asher third, you're the last", he started. "This story may or may not scare you, just listen to the end and please don't say anything", i said. She nodded. "Okay, so we had a mom and dad, unfortunately we're not from a normal family, out father was involved in Mafia -"

“Aunt Fiona ran away from home because of your attitude. The Fritzgerald family is just a gilded cage. Look at your grandchildren and children. All of them are only pretending to be nice to each other because of our money and business. You might be rich, but you’ll never be able to understand the warmth of familial love. Don’t you think your life is just sad?” “Is that so? You’re in no place to start teaching me how to live. As for familial love? Look at what happened to Fiona. She was killed in a car crash, and she couldn’t even protect her own daughter. That daughter of hers might even be dead already. Is that the familial love you want? Also, you only have everything you have right now be

Nine months ago, my younger sister Bianca and I were kidnapped at the Chicago docks. She saved me from an attacker. But when she woke in the hospital, she couldn't remember who she was. Instead, she believed my fiancé, Adrian De Luca, was the man she loved. My family begged me to play along until she recovered. “It's only an act,” Adrian promised. “Once she's better, everything goes back to normal.” Because Bianca had saved my life, I agreed. Then our engagement trip to Sicily became her recovery trip with Adrian. She moved into the lakefront safe house Adrian and I had chosen for our marriage. My fingerprint access was erased, our bedroom was redecorated for her, and my clothes disappeared

The year I turned fourteen, I got a little sister. From then on, I never had a single normal birthday. When I turned fifteen, she stomped my cake to mush, and my parents praised her for being lively and bold. When I turned sixteen, she claimed every present my friends gave me as her own, and if I so much as touched one, she hit me. My parents praised her for knowing her own mind. When I turned seventeen, while the whole family was singing "Happy Birthday," she stole the candles and set my room on fire. My parents praised her for being smart. On the morning I turned eighteen, I opened my eyes to find the body of the little stray puppy I always fed lying in the middle of my bed. Terror a

I was born with Alpha blood, yet I spent my entire childhood drifting from pack to pack. At the pack orphanage, the woman in charge always said I was slow and couldn't pick up on anything unless it was said outright. At the charity school, the boy at the desk next to mine shoved the phone he'd secretly brought to school into my backpack. "Hide this for me. The teacher's coming." I raised my hand. "Sir, he just put his phone in my backpack. "He forgot his own backpack today." When I grew up, I joined the Thornwood pack without any trouble and started working as a warrior trainer. The Alpha was handing out assignments. The pack's Gamma nudged me with his foot and lowered his voice. "Tell him y

"Tommy, we'll take you out after dinner. There's something going on nearby today. It'll be a lot of fun." Dad put his arm around my shoulders, the warmth of his palm seeping through my clothes, almost scalding. Talia quietly transferred some of her own money into my account, moving so carefully it was as if she were afraid of startling me. Mom sat across the table, smiling, her eyes full of quiet satisfaction. This family looked like they loved me, like everything was warm and perfect.

I closed my eyes, letting the last shred of my attachment to family die. "Think whatever you want. But Mom, even if you kill yourself right now, I'm still telling everyone the truth about that matcha."

On Thanksgiving, after I got off work, my younger brother, Nate Anderson, left an update in our family group chat about having moved to a different address. I had to take five different public transport connections before I finally reached the location he had sent me. However, when I arrived, I found that I was in a deserted area. Nate sounded smug over the phone. “Got you! My prank was successful! The last bus has left. What’re you going to do now?” I was dumbfounded, but my parents were laughing. “Why did you believe such an obvious lie? Who did you inherit your dumbness from?” “We’re having our Thanksgiving dinner soon. You can walk home.” My girlfriend, Gwen Smith, was chuc