Fam Fiction Novels & Stories

I took the phone from Hector's hand. The screen displayed a brand-new post from Mom. The accompanying photo featured the living room of our family home, with a few dishes laid out on the coffee table. The gathering was small—just Mom, Dad, Cody, and his family. The caption read, "Family dinner. The family is whole and complete. Life moves on, no matter who decides to skip out." Beneath the post, a dozen comments from relatives and neighbors had already piled up, offering validation and comfort.

"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—"

****** Sam's stepfather shares her body with his friends. This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy. ******

Kabir and Liam both turned towards the sound, but my stomach sank with a flicker of recognition ,something about that knock felt familiar, like the quiet, steady way Uncle Mohan always knocked before entering. My mind must be playing games. How could Mama go out? It was only last night that he had been discharged. No, it must be the evil landlord. The door creaked open, and there he was—Uncle Mohan—wrapped in his worn wool shawl. The comforting smell of chai clung to him, and his slippers dragged softly against the wooden floor. He looked steadier than yesterday, but still little paleness clung to his features. “Uncle,” A wave of relief washed over me, accompanied by a rush of warmth and gui

Fisya just wants to keep her body from being tasted by random men, especially men like Regan Adzura. "I'm starting to tell you, okay?" Fisya's permission. "You take the most comfortable position first, so that he sleeps soundly" Adnan nodded and started looking for comfort. The child chose to sleep in Fisya's warm arms. Regan continued to watch the woman, making the man's mind wander. It seems that being in the position of Adnan lying in Fisya's arms is so comfortable – his mind wants the same thing as his son. After it was felt that Adnan had begun to feel comfortable, Fisya began to tell the story, "This story, Mother, has the title 'The Perfect Family'. This story begins—"

The boy grew up like any other child but he turned mischievous, always had problems at school, was moody at home, and didn't want to communicate with Brian at all, Brian did the same with Alby, they lived together, but only kept in touch when it was related to money. Brian's three sons live only with material supplies that seem to have no end, but they have to be able to live without complete parents, with an angry and abusive father. Mark even chose to continue studying abroad to avoid the temperamental Brian. While Adam deals with many companies and illegal businesses, he rarely returns home preferring to stay in apartments. Even Brian's three sons were no longer close to each other.

There were the families built through friendships that were closer than the last. There were families built through love stories where boy meets girl, they fall in love, marry and have kids, and they live happily ever after- and other more unconventional stories that Liviana loved just as much, though they all ended the same in a happily ever after flashing across her screen as they all lived out their dreams. And then there were the families she's seen in her real life, though they were the ones that looked most like they belonged behind a screen.

Family terror returned, mom and dad died, not condolences and hugs that I got, but pressure to distribute inheritance. Revenge, what remains in my heart for my distant family is only grudge. Family is an entertainer, life struggles are not easy for the three children, making me have to decide to stay at home and become a housewife. Filling time with hobbies, singing, playing and filling the heart with children. And try to become a book writer. I have produced many stories, both real and fictional according to my dreams and fantasies, and many love poems that I can write. Sintia, although there are still a few family problems, but I decided to ignore my problems that don't know the end. A pro

"It's alright now!" Fia saw that her mommy was being carried by her father and was jealous. She pouted and was about to run over to grab her mommy when Felix pulled her back. "Don't disturb them!" Fia angrily wanted to shake his hand off. "Why can't I disturb them? What if Dad carried Mommy and gave birth to a child? At that time, they will only like that child and not us! You're still a bookworm. You don't even know this. Idiot!"

she asked quietly. “Are you loved?” Isuzu asked instead. “Yes”, Fiona answered quietly. Isuzu nodded she sat up and leaned against the couch, “My whole life the only family I ever had was my mother and my wolf-familiar. The others when they were talking, about their family situations. As messed up as we all are, each one of them had someone to rely on. Ash has his grandmother and Zee has her seven dads, and Jasmine has her extremely large family and twelve brothers, Red has her sisters, and Ray has his adopted family and even though Zen obviously has one fucked up schedule, straight out of a martial-arts manga, it’s practically fictional”, she muttered dryly, “He worships his dad and I’m fai