Familia Por Elección Novels & Stories

“I think you’ve been working hard to prove yourself. In my eyes, you’ve already done that. You can do anything you want, that’s true. But I think you want to work with your family. More than that, I think they want to work with you because they want to be close. Someday you might be able to understand what your brother did. Whatever Ashton’s involvement was in this, I’ll take it. I’m not going anywhere as long as you love me still.” “Always,” I say. “I love you so damn much.” “And I love the way you care about me. I love you, Ethan McKay. More than anything. You make this choice yourself. Just don’t do it because of me.” She pauses but I can already tell there’s more. “I will say this, they’

"I'm counting on it." The room erupted, and Diana gave a toast. Three days ago, she told Val she would like to say something during the party, and he accepted. She stood now with her glass and looked at the room, "Val taught me, family is chosen," she said. "That you can look at someone and decide you're mine, I'm keeping you, and that decision is as real as anything born into." She paused for a moment to allow it to sit. "What I've learned since is that sometimes the family you choose turns out to be blood anyway. The choosing just comes first."

Their faces twisted in confusion, anxiety flickering in their eyes. Whenever they wanted me to give something up, they’d slap me with one hand and offer candy with the other. It never failed to work. All they had to do was take the first step and reach out, and I’d cave every time. This time, no one was on the other end of the call, eagerly calling them “Mom” and “Dad.” “Honey, Laura’s not exactly the sharpest at work, so why do you keep spoiling her? When we’re gone, she’ll burn through the family’s fortune in no time.

Madison asked. "If you want to be," Ethan said. "We've never had a sister before, but Alexander thinks it would be cool to have someone who knows about princess things." Madison looked at me. "Is that okay?" "If that's what you want," I said. "Families can be lots of different shapes. Some families are born together, and some families choose each other." "I want to choose," Madison said firmly. "Then welcome to the family," Alexander said, as if it were that simple.

“They told me they don’t care. They said not to ever call them again.” “Hey,” I say, before he can cry in earnest. “Forget them, okay?” Tide looks up at me. “But they are my family.” “Some families don’t share blood,” I say. “Your blood relatives are assholes, but there are people who care about you, Tide. Your friends. They call it found family. The family you choose.” Tide searches my face. Then he does the same to Debbie. “Can I choose you guys?” Debbie smiles brightly. “Of course!”

Arianna nodded, processing what Samuel had just explained. It turned out to be the intricate family lineage of the renowned Walters family. As a wealthy tycoon originally from Singapore, Arianna acknowledged that Samuel's grandfather had successfully educated all his descendants, whether sons, daughters, or grandchildren, to achieve success in their respective fields. "That's why, Arianna, you're really lucky to be part of this family," Sandara continued. "Not everyone can pass the selection to become a potential daughter-in-law."

“That’s what we are. The people who chose each other and are choosing to raise our kids together.” “I like that,” Seraphine said. “Chosen family. Charlotte needs that people beyond just us, kids who’ll grow up with her, adults who’ll be present in her life.” “Then it’s decided. Monthly gatherings. Rotating houses to spread the chaos equitably.” Marcus raised his beer. “To chosen family. May we all survive our children’s childhoods.” “And may our children forgive us for our inevitable parenting failures,” Elijah added. “Very optimistic,” Julian observed. “I appreciate the low bar.”

"Like how Grandma Lily jumped in front of those bad men to save you." "And family doesn't keep doing the same bad things over and over," Kai continued. "They learn and grow." "What if someone says they're family but they keep hurting you?" I asked. "Then they're not really family," Solana said without hesitation. "Family is about love, not just blood." "That's right, baby. Blood doesn't automatically make someone family, and family doesn't have to be blood." "Like how Daddy adopted us?" Kai asked. "Like how Daddy chose us," I corrected gently. "Love is always a choice."

If it were not for you, we would not have ended up like this. What he meant was that I had broken him and Rosalie apart. That I had inserted myself between them and forced them to separate. That I had used my family's influence and that lawsuit to force his name onto a marriage certificate with mine. But what was the truth? The truth was that my father's company had a broken cash flow and urgently needed capital. And his company was caught in a troublesome lawsuit that needed my family's connections to settle. The elders from both families sat down for one meal and decided on this marriage.

As far as family goes, they’re all I have… and Tyler doesn’t know anyone else. The thought hits me out of nowhere. They’re my family—but is Tyler part of it now, just because we’re married? Even though the marriage wasn’t planned and I’m only staying here for three months? What do I even call him that doesn't sound strange? He’s my husband… but is he a part of my family? This wasn’t supposed to be so complicated. When I reach my room, I unlock my phone. Several missed calls from my uncle and aunt. Two messages from Max. One from Vanessa. A few emails—definitely work-related—so I ignore them.