Family Don't End In Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His voice was firm, She smiled back at him, swearing solemnly to protect this family with all she had. Family doesn't always have to be related by blood, these people were hers, and the ones related by blood may not always be right. The End.

"Look at Lila’s arm. Those wounds could have killed her! And you’re telling me this is play? Has she been bullied like this often in this house?" The footage showed Lila’s face, swollen and unrecognizable, her body limp and powerless while Serena laughed beside her. Adrian stepped in front of the screen, blocking it. His voice edged with irritation. "That was last year. They’ve grown up since then. It won’t happen again. Can’t you drop it already? I've reserved a table at the restaurant. Let’s go eat as a family." He wanted to change the subject? Over my dead body. Watching my daughter suffer was like knives piercing my chest.

“The only way to save her life is if someone from her family can donate their blood.” Killian clenched his fists, despair coursing through him. She doesn’t have a family. How could he possibly arrange blood for her when she had no blood relations? Never in his life had he felt such gut-wrenching helplessness as he did at that moment. His wife lay on the precipice of death, and there was nothing—nothing—he could do to save her. He felt like a fucking failure despite having all the power in the country. “I’ll find someone with the same blood type-”

"Not just physically, but the way you interact with each other. There's so much love here." "It wasn't always like this," I found myself saying. "The best families are the ones that choose to be families," Caroline said. "Blood doesn't make a family. Love does." When it was my turn for individual shots, I felt incredibly awkward. "I don't know what to do with my hands," I said. "Just relax. Think about something that makes you happy." I looked at Thomas, Sam, and Maya, who were huddled together looking at the back of Caroline's camera.

Blood is thicker than water. It was a very popular saying, conveying the message that those who you share blood with are your family. And to most, that was the truth. DNA is what links you to love- a familial love you can only find in one place. And that's those you're related to. Parents, siblings, aunts and uncles, cousins, grandparents. That's your one and only family.

“What are you lot still doing here? Get out! From today on, your family has nothing to do with our Zea Group!” Winifred and her family wanted to continue reasoning with them, but Tyr interrupted. “Alright, Winifred, there’s no need to say more. Can’t you guys see? It doesn’t matter what you say. You might think that blood runs thicker than water, but they’ve never thought of you guys like family.”

She stood there blankly but the robot dog in her arms was still barking, so the sight was strangely funny. Her face pale, she unconsciously stepped back, trying to escape this chaotic vortex. "Stop!" A hoarse roar came from Dad. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at my already cold corpse on the operating table. Then, he looked at his wife struggling on the floor and his son howling with his head in his hands. He suddenly charged at Carrie and grabbed her throat, his voice filled with endless regret and madness. "It's your fault! It's all your fault! You ruined our family! Give me back my Jasmine!"

"You don't understand what it's like—" "I understand perfectly," Mallory interrupted. She grabbed a framed photo from the dresser—their wedding photo, both of them smiling, his arm around her waist—and she held it in her shaking hands. "I understand that your family values blood over everything else. I understand that no matter what I do, no matter how much I love you, I'll never be as important as your brothers. Because I'm not blood." "That's not true—"

When he finally turned, the light caught the grooves in his face and made them deeper. “You sleeping?” his father asked. The false concern in it was so perfunctory Nico didn’t bother to answer. The Don smiled as if the play had been played and moved on. “Good. Shouldn’t be.” Nico waited. “We don’t let this pass,” his father said, as if continuing a conversation they’d had mid-stride. “We do not send flowers and let priests do the talking. Blood meets blood. Blood respects blood.” Nico could have written his father’s script a week ago, before his brother’s body had gone into the ground under a weight of lilies and lies. He kept his face in the shape that meant listening. “Who.”

"I brought you here because I needed you to hear what I am about to say in a room where nobody else can be listening." He looked at me then. "Blood does not define family," I said. "I know that sounds simple and I know you have heard versions of it before but I need you to understand what I mean specifically. Castro being your biological father does not make him your family. It makes him the man whose DNA you carry and that is a biological fact with no moral weight attached to it." "You are saying it does not matter," Ace said.