Family Drama Books Novels & Stories

Especially incest literature. I found all kinds of stories about taboo love and sexual relationships. Brothers and sisters. Moms and sons. Aunts and nephews. And even some gay stories. But most of all, the topic my daddy clearly had the highest volume of, were father-daughter stories. That intrigued me no end. I found myself getting hyper-absorbed in every erotic incest story I read. I couldn't stop myself. I must have read nearly a dozen different stories those two mornings. And there were still dozens and dozens more that I hadn't touched.

"How do you know so much about them, sweetie?" "I watch people. And I listen when grown-ups think I'm not listening." Emma grabbed another pencil. "Also, I've been reading those brain books in Mom's office. She talks a lot about people." "You've been reading those books?" I was shocked. Emma nodded like it was no big deal. "The pictures help, and I get most of the words. I wanted to learn why some families stay and some don't, so I could help ours." My five-year-old was doing her own study on families, trying to fix us with books. It was sweet and sad.

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

I squeak at the end. Damn it. He’s caught me by surprise, and it’s making me nervous. “Smut isn’t what I had in mind.” “It’s just a romance novel, Daddy.” I knew the cigarettes would get me in trouble, but I’m surprised he’s harping on the book. He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure.

“It’s fine, Naomi. You seem to have a problem with me now that you are a part of this family.” Though stunned, I quickly got a grip on myself and declined the suggestion. To my surprise, Keith agreed without getting my consensus. I was disgruntled. It was absurd enough that I had to share a bed with my mother-in-law on my wedding night, but she took up the space between me and my husband too. Whitney glanced at me before sprawling herself across the sanctity of my bed. “A good wife shouldn’t be so petty. You should be kind to your husband’s family.”

Was it because they thought I was disgusting? Mom screamed and quickly dodged me. She then stood up and patted her uniform that hadn't even been stained with blood. My hand froze midair. On the other end, Evonne happily urged, "Mom, hurry! Dad said the three of us are going out for Wersole food to celebrate surviving this ordeal!" As I watched the retreating backs of the happy family, I couldn't endure it any longer. My tightly clenched right hand loosened, and with my bloodied, mangled fingers, I pressed the remote button.

It was her idea of a disguise. Her father, Barney Sky, was a thick figure in Hollywood, people were curious about what went on in his and his family’s lives. She included. “I just might consider that…” I muttered and she laughed before plopping on the single sofa in the changing room. “Or you’re loyal to your boy toy?” She teased referring to Micheal. “You play a little too much,” I replied casually and climbed towards the stage. “I’ll be back in ten!” ***** What Brianna didn’t tell me was the sort of crowd we had tonight.

“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.”

Dad asked "Yup I want to learn about it as well and since I haven't read any books about that or learned anything about it. I can take next year go to school here and learn it," I said smiling "Okay but you have a lot to learn," Dad said as he looked at the books "It's not that much," I said When we got home I went to my room with the books and started studying and my brother and dad went back to work (2372 words)

“Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Excellent book.” He sits down and begins reading. The first picture I draw is a portrait of uncle Owen’s sister with a wolf howling at the edge of a cliff at a full moon in the background. I make one for his father too. I plan to give them these at the funeral. I do similar ones of Michael to give to Carrie and one for Zuri but with a lion for the family.