Novel & Cerita Family Fantasies

"My ears aren't for decoration either. Nothing happened, stop pressing the kids." From across the picnic field, Fatima crossed her arms over her chest, looking at the happy family while feeling sad and down. She wished she was one of them too, but unfortunately, her mother was somewhere controlling rogues while her father was definitely rotting under the 28th layer of hell. "We should hang out more as a family. I love the way the two of you caught up with each other quickly and stopped fighting like Tom and Jerry," Max announced. It was supposed to be a joke, and only Nora laughed, but the kids were panicking.

Definitely not what someone would expect such things to sound like. Silence fell upon them, the two creatures that were present looking at the girl, while she kept humming to herself, convincing her small mind that it was just a bad dream and that her mom would come to wake her up and offer her to sleep in her bed. She didn't think about her dad, they didn't have the same relationship. Richard was always working, barely spending time at home and only coming back when night time came and he didn't have somewhere to go.

After hearing Mom’s words, Nathan recoiled from me as if I carried a plague. Turning to the other media and bystanders, he raised his voice. "This is a family matter. We shouldn’t interfere. Her parents and husband are all OB-GYNs. Three doctors wouldn’t misdiagnose the fetus together. And if there really were an issue, the police would’ve resolved it at the station already. We’re talking about an unborn child here. Don’t stir up gossip or feed on someone’s tragedy." With that, he waved for his team to leave. His parting glance at me was laced with pure loathing.

Both my brothers always got more love than I ever did. Sandy glared at me and screamed, "So what if I lost, Lauren? No one will ever love you! Your parents don't love you. Ha! They even took out a life insurance policy on you. Once you're dead, they'll collect one million in compensation! And your brothers? They're just hypocrites! The house they claimed you sold? They were the ones who secretly sold it for the money and then blamed you for everything. Miranda's paralysis is all their fault. That's the real reason they wanted you on trial!" Even after hearing about the insurance policy, I remained calm and gave a cold smile. I was used to it. My parents only ever saw me as a tool. Maybe the

Mya’s chest ached with an emotion she didn’t know how to name. She mirrored her feelings back to herself like a reflection: wonder, disbelief, fear. And beneath all of it, something foreign—something dangerously close to hope. She had been adrift for so long that she had stopped imagining a shore. And yet here it was, sitting across from her in four pairs of eyes that mirrored her own in ways she could no longer deny. Her fingers curled against the paper. She had something to look forward to. Something she hadn’t dared believe was possible. A real family.

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.

"A good wife brings prosperity to generations. A wicked one ruins an entire family. Choose wisely." As the night deepened, the family gathered to keep vigil beside the caskets. Kelly, unwelcome among them, shrank into a corner, her presence tolerated but barely acknowledged. I found her there later. "Zarrick's finished," I told her softly. "And when I leave him, I'll make sure he walks away with nothing. If you're willing to stay with him then, when he's broke and ruined, then maybe—just maybe—I'll believe your love is real."

"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—"

She grabbed at my clothes. "Are you determined to destroy this family? Your father cares so much about his reputation. If you expose this, how will he have any dignity left?" I looked at her calmly. "So the only way this family survives is if I keep sacrificing myself? "So many things have happened, and he hasn't come home once. You fainted and went to the hospital. He didn't even answer his phone. "Mom, stop lying to yourself. You keep thinking about this family… But your husband gambles and cheats, while your son and daughter-in-law are leeches. I was the only one standing beside you, and you kept turning against me."

His hand rested over my stomach, tracing lazy circles. “I want to keep playing sometimes,” he murmured into my hair. “Keep the edge sharp. Keep the fantasy alive.” I smiled, sated and owned and stupidly happy. “Every anniversary,” I whispered. “And maybe… some random Tuesdays.” He laughed soft, warm, real. Then quieter: “And if we ever decide to add to the family… we’ll tell them the truth when they’re old enough. That their mother and father chose each other against the whole damn world. That the fantasy became real.”