Family Affair Book Novels & Stories

“So, what is your most important life principle? Adelia looked at Afgan with sharp eyes while crossing her arms under her chest. Afgan thought for a moment before finally answering, “Family is everything to me. I believe that we can create a happy family together.” Adelia chuckled. She stood up and moved to the wardrobe. “Family, huh? I thought you were just going to talk about tradition and blind attachment. Isn't Melinda the wife you want and the mother you expect to provide offspring for a family you say?” Adelia pulled on a night shirt in a strange manner. “Gosh, even a nightshirt is a pair, this is for you!” Adelia threw in a large, dark blue nightshirt. Afgan accepted while furrowing h

Alice asked cause she needed to know. "The two brothers came back to town recently and wished to see their stepsister, which is you, so I thought of a family dinner that includes me, you, and the Fax family after all they are family indeed" For some reason Alice felt disgusted by what her mom just said now. How and when did they become family with the Fax family? "Mom, I don't know nor understand what all this is all about but just know that I am never going to play that game, never going to take that shit from anyone" Alice stated clearly enough for Jamie to get the point but guess she was blinded or have decided to play dumb.

"Then why is there no action yet?" "Perhaps the situation is a little complicated, and Henry requires some time to deal with it. Let's be patient." "That's true. After all, the Jones family is not an average family. It's one of the four largest families in Hodbridge. Furthermore, Fyman is a treasure in the entire family." Winson sighed. Fyman and his mother had been mistreating him since childhood, and he had even overheard that Fyman's mother wanted to get rid of him. Otherwise, he would not have suffered as much in recent years.

The important thing is that we're together, and that we're a family. And at long last, we're all home. END OF BOOK SEVEN: THEIR WICKED WEDDING

I stand there for a long moment in a room where my parents’ entire story apparently began, holding the exact object that has shaped so much of what’s happened to my family this past year. Eli watches me quietly, saying nothing. I look down at the book in my hands, at the cracked leather cover, at everything it apparently represents, decades of history, betrayal, blackmail, blood. “This stupid book,” I say finally, “has ruined enough lives. This ends.”

‍The word family settled heavily b‍etween them. Liam swal⁠lowed slowly. ‍Beca‍use that was the real problem, wasn⁠’t it? Not attraction. Not sex. Family. Dinner together. Noah falling asleep between them‍ during storms. Ava waiting up when he came home late. The quiet feeling of belo‍ngin⁠g he never mean⁠t to want. Mark’s next w‌ords came softer. ⁠“Family changes men.”

It is my story, but it is also every story of chosen family, of blended lives, of love that refuses to be bound by blood or convention. She stopped, read the words back, and felt a shiver run down her spine. This was it. This was the book. In the nursery, Gracie stirred, a soft murmur of infant dreaming. In her room across the hall, Emma slept surrounded by dinosaurs and fairy lights. In the living room, Marcus scrolled through his phone, waiting for her to come to bed. This was her family. This was her story. And soon, it would be a book.

I came home from a business trip. My daughter Anna threw herself into my arms and held up a hand-strung necklace she had clearly worked hard on. "Mommy, this is the birthday present I made for Mommy Lena. She's going to love it, right?" My heart dropped. Lena was my husband Preston's secretary. My daughter remembered her birthday. She had forgotten that today was mine. It wasn't the first time. She was always attached to Lena, hanging off her arm and asking, "Mommy Lena, when are you and Daddy taking me back to the amusement park?" Even when she ran a fever, the name she called out over and over was Mommy Lena. I corrected her, disappointed. "Anna, I'm your mommy, not Lena." But Anna pushed

After we moved in together, I even took up cooking seriously, just so she could enjoy a home-cooked meal. It wasn't until we were discussing marriage and the topic of our parents came up that I finally learned that she came from such a powerful family. After we got married, even without Dad using it as leverage, those in the know still extended him favors in business. Thus, over the years, my family had inevitably benefited from the Jacksons' name. I felt a sudden sense of clarity. From the very beginning, that was how Monica had always seen me. My eyes pricked with tears, and it felt like there was a huge hole in my chest.

The caption below him read: “Neighbor Speaks Out: ‘A Pattern of Deception’.” “…and it’s not just about the affair, though that’s bad enough,” Mark was saying, leaning forward with false sincerity. “It’s about the environment. The family culture. His aunt, Maria Sable, she took him in, yes, but let’s not forget how she came into our family. My father, a good man, was vulnerable after losing his job, and she… well, she inserted herself. She seduced him. There’s a pattern here of targeting people in vulnerable positions, of blurring lines. It’s a sickness that seems to run through that whole branch of the family.”