Novel & Cerita Familia Por Elección

“If she’s not Ethan’s soulmate, and she’s not mine, why do I feel this... connection to her? Why does it hurt when she’s hurt?” My father leaned back, his expression unreadable. “You’re asking the wrong questions, Arden.” “Then tell me,” I snapped, frustration bubbling to the surface. “What is she to me? Why can’t I let her go?” “She’s a fox,” he said simply, as if that explained everything. “Don’t forget that. Olivia carries the spirit of attraction within her. It’s part of her nature, part of who she is. People are drawn to her because of it. Most of the boys at your school—Ethan included—are under her spell, even if they don’t realize it.”

Because I didn't believe it either. Dante had been back in New York for less than two months, but for the four years before that, he had been running the Chicago side of the family business, and Claire and Leo had been there the whole time. He had not come back for Nico and me. He came back because Claire said she wanted to return with her son. So he brought them home, settled them in, and put Leo into the training slot that should have belonged to Nico. Even today, when my son had been crying for him in the smoke, he still chose another child first.

"To always side the person irrespective of the situation is the meaning of family. And it is human nature." "True! Even when it’s not always the right thing to do. Which is why family can be behind a lot of bad decisions." "Exactly," I said, thinking about Mrs. Uju's decision to force me into a deliverance I didn't bargain for. "You can't choose my life over the life of your husband neither can I choose your life over the life of my wife because we are inherently selfish to accept that we are no longer going to enjoy the moments and nights we spent with that person. So, sometimes it is just a matter of choice. It is a known fact you will be happy if I win a competition. It is a known fact yo

I was done believing in blood connections and inherited love. From now on, the only family I had was the family I chose. And I was very careful about who I chose. Because blood might be thicker than water. But lies were thicker than both.

“It’s not that simple.” “No, it’s not.” I take a step closer, making sure he sees me, really sees me. “I never said it was easy. But I found something here that I never had before. A family. Not by blood, not by obligation, but by choice. People who care about me, who stand by me. And I won’t throw that away just because of the past.”

"What if there's no one I like from the men you choose?" "You may like them because those men we selected came from a prestigious family." My father explained again and noticed that he grabbed his phone and then placed it on the table. "I have their pictures. You may look at them right now. I have chosen ten candidates for you." "I don't like them." I immediately answered. "Little peach, you didn't even see the photos." My mom asked me. "Ma, if they came from a wealthy family, then how I am going to suppose to live freely. Suppose you wanted me to get married and have a grandchild, then. I want an average man..." So I appealed to them, and my father suddenly got angry at me.

he called. His voice was shaky and frail. “My child,” he said. I knelt down in front of him, with tears in my eyes. “Why?” I asked. “You know I’m not your child,” I said. Mr. Williams equally had tears streaming down his cheeks. “I have learnt, Blair,” he said, “I have learnt that family doesn’t have to be those related only by blood,” “We choose our family,” His speech was interrupted by a cough. “I have wronged you,”

Elena looked out toward the ocean quietly. “You know what I realized recently?” “What?” “I stopped thinking of love as something temporary.” God. That physically settled into him. Because yes. Old Elena loved defensively. Carefully. Now permanence no longer frightened her. The wind moved softly through the gardens while waves crashed below the cliffs endlessly. Then Elena whispered carefully: “I think I finally understand why people choose family.” God. Not obligation. Choice. The willingness to build a life around people because their existence genuinely makes life softer. Adrian looked toward her thoughtfully.

“Papa Luca… what did you choose?” He looks out at the lagoon—eyes distant, seeing something far beyond the water. “I chose you,” he says—quiet. “All of you. Every day. Even when it hurt. Even when it cost everything. Because family isn’t blood. It’s the people you decide to stand with when the storm comes.” He puts his arm around my shoulders—pulls me close. I lean into him, smelling salt and woodsmoke and safety. “And I’ll always choose you,” he whispers. “No matter what.”

They weren't the only ones that thought that way. Richard once explained to her that some families had even left their grandparents or parents outside. It was an easy way to commit murder without it actually being considered murder. And now, in Eleanor's eyes, it seemed that they had done that to get rid of her. It was true that things had changed a lot, and for worse in a lot of cases, people had killed themselves when they had realized what would happen if the creatures grabbed them, others had tried to run away just to be grabbed and never seen again. The cops didn't get close to the forest, even if it meant saving lives, they were all too scared and when the truth came down to being able