Familia Book Novels & Stories

Told me from birth, that I would be the next ‘Romancer’: the man who handles the whores, grooms the girls, and keeps the elite clients satisfied. At twenty-five, I’ve already secured over thirty high-end women for our top clients, and the list keeps growing. I’m fucking great at my job. And I love it. We are The Familia. One of the most ruthless crime families in the U.S. and Italy, bound by blood and legacy. We rule through loyalty and fear. We pride ourselves on tradition. But the truth? We’re still just spoiled brats doing what Mommy and Daddy tell us to. They say tradition keeps our culture alive. The good, the bad, and especially the ugly.

I flip open the first page, quickly scanning through the wordings on the cover. I freeze, my eyes quickly scanning through. "Blackstone. Sending this to you so you can always have the names of all your enemies right beside you. The Familia belongs to you now. Long live Luca Blackstone. Long live our Capo dei Capi. Your best buddy, Ricardo." The book slithers out of my hand and lands on the table with a harsh thud. No! No, it can't be. I know that name, Blackstone. I hate that name.

They say that a family is the basic unit of a community. For Zac, family is everything. He could not ask for anything more. Having two set of parents and a lovely wife, with three beautiful kids who do not let them live in peace and keeps them up on their toes all day is what a family really is.Their house is a mess all the time and he and Helena cannot have enough time for themselves unless they visit Bulgaria, where every house staff was eager to take care of the three kids and the entire estate is their playground.

"Shut up! It's exactly because you're our daughter that we can decide your marriage!" Miranda held my arm tightly and tried to persuade me calmly, "He's got a car, a house, and money. You'll have a comfortable life if you marry him." Carl chimed in, too. "Mr. Smith may be a bit older, but he's an honest man. You'll marry into happiness and do right by you." Even my second brother, Tony, spoke up. "That's right. Mr. Smith's not a bad man." Seeing every single family that I was related to by blood determined to sell me out, all I could feel was the chill to the bone as I shook uncontrollably.

Find out what happens next on Family secrets. (1347 words)

"A baby brother?" "Yes, sweetie," I whispered as I leaned closer. "You, me, your daddy, and your new little brother are going to be a perfect family. You won't ever need to think about her again." Kenny looked down at his book. Only then did I notice that he was reading a book about families. The page he was on read: "A family comprises a father, a mother, and their children." I patted his cheek. “If you miss your mum so much, you can call me mummy.”

‘ I am Aiden’s mate’ to get the book out of the library. “Do you know this book?!.” Alora asked Zemia. Zemia looked down at the book and was about to grab it when Alora swung it away from him. “Where did you get that??.” Zemia asked “This is history isn’t it?!.” Alora asked. “Thay all happened!.” “Yes they all did!.” Zemia replied. “Your family killed a lot, just because of the throne?!.” Alora said. “And what did you do?!.” Alora asked.

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.

A sleepy little boy wandered out and ran straight to him, all clingy. "Daddy, I wanna see my sister! Mommy said she's making potato salad and baked ribs tonight. She can't break her promise!" I stared at the kid. He looked just like Talia. All those late nights—I thought she was grinding for her career. Turns out, she was running a whole other family. And me? I'd never even had a single meal she cooked. On the table sat a fresh family photo—four of them. Talia in Danny's arms, their son beside them, their newborn in hers.

“I don't need you. You are my wife, my love. I trust you and I know that you wouldn't like to tell something like this unless you were ready. I'm willing to wait till then.” I forced a smile, tears building up.in my eyes. My lips quivered as I spoke. “You love me too much, I don't know if I deserve this?” “Hey-” he squeezed my hand. “You love me when I wasn't worth any love. You gave my little sister a family she never had. And you gave us, a son.” “He is not yours-” my tears trickled. He wiped them. “It never mattered to me. In the Famila, we live for each other, we live each other, we kill for each other and we died for each other and yet only very few of us ever have any relations to each