Family Drama Book Novels & Stories

but he didn't even listen to me, and I felt so helpless. When I went downstairs, it looked so cozy and inviting. I grew up in a house like this, but this one is even better. As I looked around, I saw a brown plaid sofa with thick oak arms and a bookcase full of paperbacks. Then there were pictures of my family on one wall, a round, fancy cabinet against another, and a beautiful gilded mirror in which I could see myself being terrified of death. I saw his men who had each gun for themselves, and I just realized I was trapped in this place where the Mafia Don lived.

If she ever woke up, the woman would struggle to feed herself. Geoff wisely kept his knowledge to himself, avoiding sharing it with his parents. It would upset them and probably have dad arguing with grandpa again. That thought made him happy. He had a grandpa and a dad. It all came with what his teacher, Mrs. Bright, called family drama. Disagreement among family members turned into a spectacle for the rest to watch. Sometimes it spread to other family members at family gatherings and the fighting spread. Geoff couldn’t ask her if the hospital that night was one of those family dramas she explained when she explained different family setups. But Geoff figured it out that it was. He felt str

The three of them showed me my room and the mounds of books they'd stocked on the shelves, and I stayed holed up alone until dinner, lost in the pages of a made-up world. It was weird to eat with anyone other than my mom, or anywhere other than at our table for two. Ours was nestled into a corner of our living room to create a makeshift dining space. Even at eight years old, I knew it wasn't much, but it was ours, and my mom worked hard to make sure we had a nice place. It wasn't as big as the Shaws' house. Our carpet was flat from walking on it all the time, and my twin bed didn't have a matching dresser, much less a nightstand and a lamp. The walls were white and our dishes mismatched, but

a random dude asked. "Our name is Chaos and we aren't a mafia. We're a motherfucking family. We won't adhere to your bullshit mafia rules, we make our own. We are a family and are open to all. Join us if you choose. Our family is the strongest you will ever find." Blaise announced.

“Don’t get me wrong I do but I’m worried. You are always indoors. You are growing up and you need to get out there, enjoy the world.” “I’m enjoying my world.” “What is your book all about?” “Crime fiction.” “Am I supposed to know about that?” “Ah dad. Where do I even start from?” Her father looked at her. “Ok just know that it’s about the most notorious family in Zambia.” “Notorious?” “Yes. The family is the most feared in the country. No one crosses their path. Whoever does, gets killed. On top of that, they have connections everywhere. The police cannot touch them. No one touches them.”

Then the one about my mother in the hallway. Then the next one. --- By January I had forty pages. Not polished. Not organized. But true. The particular truth of things remembered and set down honestly without the protective distance of documentation. Isabella asked about it at dinner in February. "Daddy says you're writing a book." "I am." "About us?" "About our family. All of it. From before you were born." I paused. "About your grandparents mostly. And what happened. And what came after." She was quiet for a moment. Her fork moving around her plate in the pattern she used when she was thinking carefully.

"Come on, let's have a drink, just the two of us!" My foster mother finally let go of me, turning to Solomon with a scolding look. "All you think about is drinking! Our son just got home, and you're pouring yourself a glass? Thomas, stop him! Your old man's got high blood pressure; he should cut back on drinking!" Listening to my foster mother's chattering, I felt an overwhelming sense of warmth. This was my home. These were my real family. Before long, I heard that the Sullivans had gone bankrupt, and Giselle had disappeared with Kevin's last bit of money.

The dining hall was grand, with long tables set for a feast, and I knew, without a doubt, that my babies and I were finally home, and best of all we had our mate and chosen family with us here. ____________________ This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and KindleVella.

“You don’t have to worry about your brothers ,your step dad asked me to tell you , that you should ignore all of their characters but they are going to come around sooner or later . “ I hoped they don’t and I would appreciate if you stop saying his my step father , his your husband mom and has got nothing to do with me “ I knew that saying that was going to hurt my mom feelings but I could care less and it seem like what I had just said was the plain truth , my mom had that disappointment look on her face . “ you don’t have a choice here young lady , you have to attend “ Mom stood up from the bed and walked out of the room without saying a word to me . It was really weird seeing my mom walk

He continued asking, “You were involved in that car accident, weren’t you? “Based on what I know, that married couple did have a daughter. “Are you trying to say that’s you? It’s impossible. I investigated the Schmidt family. There was no record of adoption. You’re really their biological daughter.” I could not contain myself and ended up laughing. Ryan did not move. It was only when I laughed myself to tears and finally stopped laughing that he continued speaking. “Mia, there’s so much misery in you. “I now think that you are trying to get something in exchange for coming clean about your motive.