Familia Por Elección Novels & Stories

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 😈

“I think we should do a DNA test….” “No,” Vincenzo says immediately. I blink. “What?” “No test,” Nico adds, stepping closer. Riccardo nods slowly. “That baby belongs to all of us.” “But…..” “Elena,” Nico says gently, lifting my chin so I have to look at him. “We love you. That’s enough.” Vincenzo’s voice is firm, unwavering. “Blood doesn’t define family. Choice does.” Riccardo smiles softly. “We’re choosing you. And we’re choosing that baby. We will raise it together. Love it. Protect it.”

My mother sat gracefully on the living room sofa, beckoning me over with a wave of her hand. The housekeeper stepped forward and placed a silver tray filled with photographs in front of me. "Pick one, darling. My precious Via deserves only the very best man this world has to offer." Each photo on the tray was of an exceptional young man—carefully selected by my mother. All Ivy League graduates. All boasting seven-figure annual incomes. But one face was conspicuously absent. Robert Black.

He can't just easily refuse what his kind father wishes to want. He knew that elders in the family will decide who to marry its children but he strongly believes—that a person should marry the person who it truly love—not just whomever your parents choose. He smiled sparingly at his father—who deserved to respect his wishes. "Your future wife's family is from the generation of the last Mayor of Hanyang or Seoul of the last Korean empire wayback 1910. Just imagine the future of the future generations from you, if the wealth and property of your wife and ours will join forces. Your future children will not suffer anymore," Manuel's father said happily while tightly holding his both hands.

Eve closed her eyes. "I know." "I'm sorry." A tear rolled down her cheek. "But..." She smiled gently. "I finally understand what Richard meant." "What?" Evelyn asked. Eve looked back at the camera. "He said..." "'The family you choose is stronger than the family you're born into.'" She looked toward Elena. "You gave me that choice." "For the first time..." "Someone reached out..." "...instead of pointing a gun." "Thank you." Elena's eyes filled with tears.

But what if Harper figures it out? [Harper? Don’t worry. I just overheard her trying to borrow money from someone. She’s clueless.] [Hahaha. Harper is way too easy to fool.] Suddenly, I remembered something Will had said before he cut ties with the family. “Most families favor sons over daughters, but somehow ours is the opposite! Why do you always have Mom’s and Dad’s attention? What about me?”

Together. A family.

He didn't want to harm his future family, so what happened was that he just got old and never tried to get married. "Are you happy even though you don't have a family because you chose to be a soldier in King Stephen's palace?" He looked at her. "I already have a family here, young lady. The king and Prince Dylan. The word "family" does not mean just having a wife and children for me. The important thing is that you feel that you are considered family even if you are not related by blood. " She nodded and agreed with what he said because it was true. Non-blood becomes more of a family than the family she has. She was lucky with her parents, but not with her sister. So she chose to be alone w

"But you act like being different is important. Like it matters that we're not like other families." "It does matter. Because it shows that families can look different and still work." "But what if I don't want to be important? What if I just want a normal family?" The question hit hard. Because it was possible. At some point, Sofia might decide that the unconventional family was a burden instead of a gift. That being visible and studied was exhausting instead of powerful. We couldn't control that. We could only give her the option to choose. "Then you get to choose something different when you're older," I told her. "But for now, you're part of this family. And this family is good."

This was what family looked like. Not always blood. Not always shared DNA. Just a table full of people who chose each other. Every single day.