Fam Fiction Novels & Stories

She grabbed at my clothes. "Are you determined to destroy this family? Your father cares so much about his reputation. If you expose this, how will he have any dignity left?" I looked at her calmly. "So the only way this family survives is if I keep sacrificing myself? "So many things have happened, and he hasn't come home once. You fainted and went to the hospital. He didn't even answer his phone. "Mom, stop lying to yourself. You keep thinking about this family… But your husband gambles and cheats, while your son and daughter-in-law are leeches. I was the only one standing beside you, and you kept turning against me."

“‘The story about my son cutting ties with us is all an act. If I hadn’t done that, there’s no way my daughter would have willingly handed over the money!’ You wrote that, didn’t you, Mom?” Mom’s lips turned pale, and her hands shook violently as she tried to steady herself on the floor. Dad stood beside her, his face dark and twisted with anger, while Will lowered his head, wishing he could bury his head in a hole. The surrounding crowd exploded into an uproar. “This is blatant favoritism!” “That elderly couple is such great actors. I sure learned something new today.” “So the son faked cutting ties with his family just to squeeze money out of the sister? That’s just despicable!”

By winter, our life had settled. I worked full days at the clinic. Nico had school, his afternoon class, and a habit of leaving books open all over the apartment. He slept through the night. He laughed more easily. He no longer listened for footsteps at the door. Dante wrote three times. The first letter stayed unopened until I burned it with the junk mail. The second I read once and put away. The third was shorter. He said he would keep telling me the truth if that was all I would ever let him give.

“Welcome to the family, sis. You’ve been sitting on a fortune this whole time and didn’t even know it.” Mya stared at them, dumbfounded. Her heart pounded, her palms damp against the fabric of her dress. She wanted to protest again, to insist that this was impossible. But the DNA test results still sat on the table between them, undeniable. The truth was written in black and white, and no amount of disbelief could erase it. “You’re saying…” Her voice cracked, and she swallowed. “You’re saying I’m… rich?” Cameron’s smile softened, his tone tender. “Not just rich, Mya. You’re part of us. Money’s only part of it. What matters is you’re family.”

Father continued his rant. "You won't believe what she did a month ago. She actually called me crying nonsense about being kidnapped and demanded three hundred dollars in ransom. Can you believe that?" "Three hundred dollars? What kind of rogues ask for so little? I think she's just making up another ridiculous excuse to cause trouble. She's bringing shame to our family!" As he spoke, father sighed. "Well, if she asks again, give her some. After all, she's been spoiled all her life, definitely not used to hardship. The house is actually quieter without her."

“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.

The Graham family was similar in strength to the Reilley family. Barry shrugged nonchalantly. "The Grahams? No big deal. I'll make a call and sort it out." Jeremy's face lit up with excitement. "Thank you, Barry! This is a huge help to the Reilley family." He could not wait to tell Stuart, who would probably be ecstatic. Barry smirked and asked, "By the way, Jeremy. I heard some young hotshot barged into your place today and made the Reilley family submit to him. Pretty pathetic for a so-called elite family of Reirmunt, don't you think?"

They crossed boundaries and eventually became one. As I sit in the cafe downtown to my apartment. I thought of my messed up life. I loved my family and although they were far from perfect, they were my family. My three brothers run a drug operation. It was a small operation but it made a decent living. My eldest sister, Leen, gorgeous as she is, traffics women. My family was so messed up it wasn't even a joke.

a random dude asked. "Our name is Chaos and we aren't a mafia. We're a motherfucking family. We won't adhere to your bullshit mafia rules, we make our own. We are a family and are open to all. Join us if you choose. Our family is the strongest you will ever find." Blaise announced.

ROSALINA'S POV The next Sunday came, which meant all of my family members would gather around the table for family dinner. Well, technically we are just your average, everyday family - if your idea of normal was living in a mansion, wielding power and influence like it's nobody's business, and occasionally making offers that people can't refuse. My friends talked about the romanticized version of the mafia (From Mafia novels mostly). Most of them were about a rich and handsome Mafia man and a damsel in distress, or that cliché arranged marriage trope. I found it funny how contradictory it was to the real thing.