Novel & Cerita Family Drama Book

hey guys I am sorry I haven't posted my oldest child's dad was shot and killed and we have been trying to help my son process it the best we can, plus help his mom get the funeral set up and granted permission to leave hospice to be able to attend it's and it's putting a strain on my current relationship because I am having to do all this work for an ex but all that work isn't for my ex but my child not my fault the man didn't have a woman after I left him and they have no other family to help her plan it and get her out of hospice ok rant over sorry but I will get back to posting Monday March 16th with 2 chapters for all 3 of my books I have open

Most evenings, Sienna asks if Grandma Diana can read bedtime stories. They work through classic literature. Little Women. Anne of Green Gables. A Little Princess. Diana reads with expression. Voices for characters. Drama. "Why do all these girls lose their parents?" Sienna asks during Anne of Green Gables. "Because the stories are about finding family. About how family isn't always who you're born to. Sometimes it's who chooses you." "Like how you chose us." "Exactly. The best families are chosen." Lorenzo and Sofia visit weekly. They've grown close to Diana. Consider her grandmother too. She hosts them at the cottage. Cooks dinner. Tells stories.

She thought about a man who had been present for everything and had spent years maintaining the professional remove that his role required, and who was now, slowly and without announcement, setting it down. She thought: this is what a family looks like when it forms itself around the actual shape of the people in it. Not the shape anyone expected. Not the shape anyone could have planned. The shape that was revealed over time, through choices and through staying, through the accumulation of Thursday dinners and school reports and drawings placed at the center of tables. * * * She began revising the book in July.

"Talia... Talia's gone..." Her voice was hollow, drained of everything but despair. Dad rushed in, saw the note on the floor, and his vision nearly went black again. Their son was dead. Their daughter was gone. The family had shattered completely. The home that had once been full of noise and life now held nothing but the two of them, alone in an empty house, with nothing to keep them company but regret and despair. Talia had left without any contact information, and no one knew where she had gone. She had vanished from the city as if she had never existed.

"I just never realized it would cause such serious consequences for you!" Tears streamed down Chelsea's face as she continued, "Wyatt, I'm sorry. Won't you give me another chance? I've already gotten back at Patrick for you. "His family has been in a financial crisis these few years and only barely survived because of me. I pulled all the funds, so his family has gone bankrupt. They ended up much worse than I ever was. "Besides, Callie can't be without you either. She's been waking up crying in the middle of the night, asking for her dad. She's not doing well, and I couldn't take care of her properly, so my family sent her to boarding school—"

The two family’s had always been close. Bailey Everleigh never thought too much about it until the summer that everything changed. She had been raised with her own family, and theirs was always nearby as well. They did almost everything together. She had always thought it was because both were large families. They understood the way things were done in them that people who didn’t have eight-plus kids could never.

As far as family goes, they’re all I have… and Tyler doesn’t know anyone else. The thought hits me out of nowhere. They’re my family—but is Tyler part of it now, just because we’re married? Even though the marriage wasn’t planned and I’m only staying here for three months? What do I even call him that doesn't sound strange? He’s my husband… but is he a part of my family? This wasn’t supposed to be so complicated. When I reach my room, I unlock my phone. Several missed calls from my uncle and aunt. Two messages from Max. One from Vanessa. A few emails—definitely work-related—so I ignore them.

As the echoes of their conversation lingered in the air, the living room stood witness to the complexities of family ties and the relentless pursuit of truth. ************ [Hello lovely readers! Welcome to my book! Hope you are enjoying it! Please support me by leaving me a rating and review! Your precious words mean the world to me! Love you all!]

Not even for the Miller family. ♦♦♦ Want to read more about the Miller family? Follow along story number two, as we follow the next brother, Koda, in book 2 of the Miller Family series 'A recipe for disaster' love V.

"My daughter... my Jasmine... I'm sorry... I've done you wrong..." The investigation report also made its way to my mother and my brother. My mother fainted from crying in the rehabilitation room. When she woke up, she used all her strength to smash everything in the room into pieces. My brother, in his ward, picked up a fruit knife and repeatedly slashed at his own wrist. If the nurse hadn’t discovered him in time, he would have bled to death. My father used the last of his connections to bail himself out. My mother and my brother also escaped from the rehabilitation center and the hospital respectively.