Family Don't End In Blood Novels & Stories

“Beatrice, Mom and Dad have set up a rare blood type registry for you. You'll have plenty of donors from now on. Just focus on getting better. We’ve still got our wedding next month…” But Beatrice cut him off, her tone impatient. “Why don’t we just keep taking Alice’s blood? It’s so convenient. What, are all of you feeling sorry for her now?” The room went deathly silent. Ronald froze for a moment, his voice turning cold. “Alice’s dead. She bled out on the operating table. We can’t feel sorry for her even if we wanted to.”

"The last time I checked, you're not anywhere related to my family" "I may not be related by blood but I was brought up to be one! I was brought up to be part of you. Whatever I am today, is all because of Dad. He brought me up to this stage so, I'm part of the family already. The blood might not run through me but, my actions, behavior, manners, ethics, and everything are already part of me. You can deny me all you want, you can cast me aside and make me feel like I meant nothing to you but, that will never make me back off from what I have for you. I'm never going to let go of the things I have for you no matter how hard you try to make me back off, Kenneth Domanco"

Only to be stopped at gun point by the police with Bismarck recording every minute of it. He was drove away from the compound in handcuffs and in the police van as the Johnson family watched him being sent away. That day they rejoiced and danced because the prodigal daughters was back home. Just like what Alexander mentioned earlier, The biggest lie we’ve been told whilst growing up was that family meant blood but that’s a lie! Nope! Blood makes you related but love, loyalty and trust makes a family.

“My family.” THE END!

I once longed for love from my family and now I have it in abundance. I sigh contentedly as I recall an underrated saying. Family is not bound by blood but love. Now I know how true this is. I am suddenly interrupted by moans and groans and snap my heard towards the direction. I see Kaden carrying Donna taking big strides out of Flameheart's office. He goes straight to Donna's room and I decide to walk out of the house.

"Hear that? Your mom is simply reaping what she sowed. This has nothing to do with me—" I didn't even get to finish speaking when Jonathan suddenly shoved me hard. "Even if my mom did this, can't you just let it go? Don't you know how to respect your elders? Especially since she's your future mother-in-law! We're all family, so do you have to be so damn petty?" I stumbled back at the force of his shove. If it weren't for the officer catching me in time, I would've likely tumbled down the stairs.

Family...a group of people related by blood? That is some bullshit definition, if you ask someone like me. My family has always been stronger than a blood bond. Loyalty, honesty, respect and mutual love defined my family. Chuks was not related to any one of us by blood, but he was the best brother any of us could have wished for, I knew he would give up his own life for any of us without even thinking about it, not that he does a lot of thinking anyway, but he would take a bullet for any one of us, and I would do the same for him. But when you're in the business of crime, even the greatest of familial bonds gets tested.

It ended with love—not the kind that demands blood, but the kind that forgives it. And I knew, without a doubt, that whatever came next… We would face it together. From this home. This family. This truth. This beginning.

He placed his hands on my shoulders as if to comfort me, and I shook my head. "Sorry, I just didn't mean to go deeper like that." I looked at him, who was now looking at me softly. "We didn't even know each other that well in the end." "Well, we might be kind of brotherly in a way." Chase pulled his hand back. "Heh, though, I hate to break it to you, but I guess that's not how families work." I shook my head and laughed blandly. "Blood doesn't always mean family, Jesse. Just look at Taylor. Don't you think of him as family?" He said in a wise tone and I could hear the sincerity in his words as if we were a true family.

she smiled," I know you doubt it sometimes but it didn't take any of us having to share the same blood with you to know that." And deep down I knew that those words would never leave me, even if I tried. I'd never forget that it takes a lot more than blood for people to call each other . . . family.