Novel & Cerita Family Fang Book

They were the joy in my dark world. I hugged them tightly as they ran into my arms, pressing kisses on their heads. "How's my little pack?" "We're hungry!" my daughter giggled. "Okay, okay," I laughed. "Go wash your hands. Dinner's soon." Anna stepped inside. She was my rock. My midwife, my best friend, and my only connection to sanity. "They were angels today," she said. "Thank you, Anna." We sat together while the kids played in the next room.

"A baby brother?" "Yes, sweetie," I whispered as I leaned closer. "You, me, your daddy, and your new little brother are going to be a perfect family. You won't ever need to think about her again." Kenny looked down at his book. Only then did I notice that he was reading a book about families. The page he was on read: "A family comprises a father, a mother, and their children." I patted his cheek. “If you miss your mum so much, you can call me mummy.”

“That’s because you landed on my arm!” “Maybe if you hadn’t been standing in my way—” “Maybe if you could walk straight—” Frank waves his hand, still laughing. “Well, that’s one way to start a love story.” “Yeah,” I mumble, glaring at Tyler. “Real romantic.” After dinner, Vivian insists on showing me the house. Tyler stays behind with his dad, probably pretending to help with the dishes. Vivian leads me upstairs, chatting non-stop about the family, about Tyler’s childhood, about everything in between. Her energy is infectious — warm and kind, like sunlight on a cold morning.

And so, the town continued to live, until a new family moved in. The Ginger family that had moved from Texas to live out their lives in a quiet place. As usual, they were given the warnings, but when their 19-year old daughter heard the stories of the trees that listened, the shadows that didn't belong to the living, and the voices in the wind, Mary Ginger didn't believe any of it.

Fang lowered his head, " I... I didn't mean it this way. I couldn't help it. I can't let anything happened to her." " I know how you feel, but don't forget that our daughter is so strong and smart. Those pretentious, villains can't trick her. Don't worry. Moreover, don't forget who she grew up with. Unless you doubt your father's judgment sens." Mr. Fang's expression eased a little after hearing his wife's words, thus Mrs. Fang could finally sleep peacefully, or else this husband of her will stay all night awake to make a list of friends for his daughter and maybe even a list of potential boyfriends.

“ You! What did you do to my mommy?! “ Fergus' body froze when he heard a dark but cute voice. He lifted his head and saw a good-looking kid. He felt his heart pumped so hard when he realized that he was like looking in a mirror. A mini version of him! “ A-re you…..Black? “ He asked. Fergus don’t know how to feel and how to react. It seems that, his heart was longing for the child's warm embrace. ***** A/N: Hello pretty people! Hope you like this chapter. I just wanna promote my other story entitled by, " I'm The Vampire's Bed Warmer " This story is new and only available in " BabelNovel " It's also an app for readers and writers. Hope you guys can read it. Thank you and love you all(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

"You are so messed up, Frank. Why did you bring her here? I begged you." "Because," he widened his arms "I want my family back together. Back to the way it used to be twenty years ago. Just me and you, with the beautiful addition of a baby we made together." "Frank, stop this." She said in a quivering voice "This battle is between you and I. Leave her out of this, please."

The desperation was just too much for me to handle for long periods of time. “But with The Family paying...” Fang's eyes searched for my face. I wasn’t sure what he was looking for but if his frown was anything to go by then he didn’t find it. “We thought from looking at Angela’s pictures, you might have wanted to stay a little while longer, enjoyed yourself and…”

It made her realize that the little days they were together made them know each other a little too deep and it made her question herself; What were they? She would have simply said they were friends, maybe good ones at that, but it didn’t look so. There is a limit to what a friend can do but his was beyond that. He did things for her without holding back and not minding if it was inconvenient for him. The day he went with her to the wedding and the night when he had saved her, he was her knight in shining fangs_ Fangs because he is a vampire.

By winter, our life had settled. I worked full days at the clinic. Nico had school, his afternoon class, and a habit of leaving books open all over the apartment. He slept through the night. He laughed more easily. He no longer listened for footsteps at the door. Dante wrote three times. The first letter stayed unopened until I burned it with the junk mail. The second I read once and put away. The third was shorter. He said he would keep telling me the truth if that was all I would ever let him give.