Family Emotions Novels & Stories

Much different than previous dinners. For once, in a long time there was laughter. There was no business talk, and there was no talk of dark times. Only happiness, and a family completely uniting. Watching my parents able to show the love they truly felt for one another was magical. That is the kind of love I want for Sage and I. For Rowan, Naomi, Tristan and Dahlia. For all our children to come after us. The way a family should be.

Scott muttered sadly. "Why? Do you have another family?" Liam muttered, his eyes misty. "No. Not at all, Liam." "Then let's live together, Daddy. I want to wake up every morning and see both of you having breakfast with me. I don't want to wait two days before you visit me. I'm tired of always asking Mummy when you'll come to see me," Liam sniffled and continued. "Our teacher always tells us that a family is made up of a father, a mother, and their kids, and that they all live together. We aren't a real family because we don't live together. I love you both so much. Can't we live together and be happy?" Liam asked, looking at both Scott and me.

After all the chaos at home with her never-ending hatred at me along with all sorts of unnecessary drama she created, when I reunite with my family on Sundays, I feel good knowing I am indeed loved. Despite not believing it because that’s what happened after you spend six days in a row with a person who does nothing but kills your enthusiasm, my family shows how worried they are about me, and care about my well-being eventhough I’m just the baby daddy, not the one who physically experiences the changes.

They were still hopelessly in love. Dad leaned toward Mom and whispered something that made her laugh. They weren't the only ones. Grandma and Grandpa Kieran were just as bad. Charlie, my uncle and best friend, never missed a chance to complain that his parents were too old to act like teenagers. Then there was Aunt Nadia and Franklin. Their daughter, Emma, always pretended to gag whenever they got too affectionate. I looked away before any of them noticed me watching. None of it should have bothered me. They weren't doing anything wrong. If anything, this was exactly what a family should look like. I just wasn't in a place where I could watch people love each other without wondering if that

Mom looked up from her mug, locking eyes with each of us in succession, "I want us to be a sexual family. I want to fuck and suck all of you. That clear enough? But I can be very happy if that doesn't happen." I did the same, looking at each of my family members. "I agree with Mom. I want to be a free-use family," Looking at my father, "I'm open to exploring a little too." Jenn gasped, "I'd so like to see that. I'm excited about the idea of free use. We need to keep talking and make sure we're not making assumptions about our relationship." Dad, in his usual direct manner, stood up. He was hard. He looked at Jenn and Mom, "Ladies, I'm in. Now, I have a problem here."

The despair, anger, sadness, and helplessness did not go amiss between the lines. Tears filled Serenity’s eyes as she flipped through her sister’s diary while accounts of the past flooded her mind. [Dad’s side of the family and Mom’s side of the family were ripping each other apart over the insurance money. All of them were trying to get a bigger cut. No one cared about Serenity and me. No one talked about adopting us and taking care of us. Mom and Dad were dead, but all they could think about was money. What about our feelings? Is this what they call a family?

WINTER: Shame flooded my senses. My little Liam was no longer little anymore. He was too observant and smarter than his real age. "If I did that, I am so sorry if it does not make you comfortable, Liam." “I don’t like you two fighting, Mommy. It’s bad,” he grumbled while squeezing his eyes shut. “My teacher said that families should love each other and not fight.” Oh, God. All along, I was always considering my personal feelings, but never Liam. I was so focused on hating my ex-husband and the pain he inflicted on me that I always forgot that my son was also getting affected.

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.

The dialogue flowed effortlessly, a testament to the profound love and affection we held for one another. I finally understood that family extended beyond the confines of blood.

he tries to wave off the question “I’m have all night, I don’t want to go to my empty room and watch my ceiling yet” “Okay, My mum left I And my siblings for another man because my dad wasn’t rich. I watched my dad work hard every night, he didn’t have time to take care of us. I watched my mum on tv with her new husband and kids. She looked happy, she never reached out to us, when we tried to she sent us away disgracing us. From then on, everything about a lady disgusted me” I watch as he explains anger evident in his eyes. “I’m so sorry”