Novel & Cerita Family Isn't Always Blood

I could sell my soul to satan for them. She may not have even a drop of our blood, but, family isn't always about blood. It's the people in your life who want you in theirs. The ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile and who love you no matter what.

Dom laughed, his laugh was so rich and warm. "You know blood doesn't always matter. Our moms are a lot like you and Mels, sisters without blood ties. Family isn't always who's blood related to you. Family is always who you feel in your heart will have your side through thick and thin." I looked up into his golden brown eyes. "Would you be by my side through thick and thin?" I asked. Dominic put his hand on my shoulder.

the scent of family. I snapped my eyes open realizing he was a relative which voiced as he grunted and rolled his eyes. "Yes we are by blood but I am not your family." He says as hurt plunges into my heart seeing his distaste lingering in his eyes. "But we are-" "I am not Emi... Yes our mothers were related but Family are those who know your good and bad, the ones that see the dark and the light, that accept who you are and love you the same. Like you I have been raised by those not of my blood but love me just the same... You have a family, a mate and people that would die for you just as I have... I do not wish for any blood relatives unless I seed them..." He says moving off the wall to t

We were family. And family doesn't break. Not now. Not ever.

I said. "I said a family is the people who show up," he said. "And that showing up is more important than sharing DNA, though sharing DNA can also be part of it, they are not mutually exclusive." He paused. "Marcus asked if that meant his dog was his family and I said technically yes if the dog consistently showed up, which I stand by." I looked at my son. At his face, completely composed, entirely certain of his own logic. "Marcus's teacher might have something to say about that," I said.

I put down my tools and turned to face her fully. "Ava, family isn't always about blood relations," I said carefully. "Sometimes it's about who cares for you, who protects you." "Like you?" she asked, looking up at me with those eyes full of innocent trust. "I—" My throat closed around the words. Before I could answer, a shadow fell across the doorway. * * *

Asih dared to ask, "Sorry if I'm being presumptuous, Mr. Aiden. There's something on your mind, sir, isn't it?" Aiden was silent momentarily, staring at the coffee cup in his hand, trying to digest Asih's question. In circumstances like this, maybe he needs someone to talk to, even if only to hear the opinion of someone who has known him since childhood. Aiden finally spoke slowly, his voice sounded heavy. "What do you think family means?" Asih smiled faintly, full of wisdom gained from her life experience. "Family is not just about blood or heirs, sir. Family is about love, responsibility, and the desire to look after each other, unconditionally."

Family was about more than just blood and perfectly summed up by Maya Angelou. ‘Family isn’t always blood. It’s the people in your life who want you in theirs: the ones who accept you for who you are, the ones who would do anything to see you smile and who love you no matter what.’ That was something that I couldn’t have said better myself. My family began with Piper and Jory. Then it expanded exponentially once I came to Shadow Vale. This family that I chose meant everything to me, and I’d fight for them until my final breath was expelled from my lungs.

"If we’re siblings, if we share the same blood, why on earth does Leon want to 'possess' me? We’re siblings, Jace! It’s sickening! It’s disgusting!" Jace’s voice remained unnervingly calm, devoid of the horror I was feeling. "You’re thinking in conventional terms, Rhea. In our world, in families like ours, things are... different. Power is preserved through blood. It’s not uncommon in some circles for cousins to marry to keep the lineage pure. It's about legacy, not just affection."

he said with a smirk before leaving the room. She shook her head and smiled at the door. I could tell that they meant a lot to each other. It was easy to see the affection and bond. Not all siblings were close. I definitely was not close to all of mine. A couple of them were barely tolerable if I was being honest with myself. Family was about more than just blood though. While the same blood could flow among family, it did not mean that they held more importance than a chosen family did.