Family Novels & Stories

their mother leads him to the question. “No!” Jim replied and shook his head. “What will you do now?” she further leads him. “I realized it makes me harmed, and it can make spend more money, so I need to refrain from these things,” Jim lends his hands on the table, pushing it back and forth, and looks around them. Then his family clapped their hands, looks at him, and nod their heads. Hea Bum then tapped his shoulder; and say, “Hey, welcome home, brother!” Everyone laughs after they heard Hea Bum comforted Jim Han. Jan Lee then bumped Jim on his side and said, “Come on, Mama is just missing you. We were thinking about you. We did not think of you as evil, but

When she came out to prepare breakfast, she almost got a mini heart attack finding three large men covered in flour from head to toe, -though she's exaggerating- but they scared the hell out of her. Currently they are making some sort of cake as their happy tradition, which they are not telling her at the moment. "I could help." She offered and Finn gave her a bored look. "No thanks, darling." Finn muttered. "Jesus, would be proud of you Eleanor James." Charlie mumbled while doing a cross sign as he was mixing the very untidy batter. "Watch us ruin his kitchen." Caleb said with a grin and she stared at these weird boys with a sigh. They're so weird yet felt so family

Jasmine said and we all nodded. We settled down after that and ate. I was quiet, enjoying observing my family. I smiled when Chance, Dolph and Griffin teased and argued with each other. I watched Nik, Penny and Lance chat easily. I saw Mom and Skol make sure that they each had enough to eat. I looked to see Evan, Ember and Theo get in a heated discussion about some tv show. I sighed when I saw how tender Cedric was with Jasmine. Griffin looked down at me. "You okay, baby?" he asked and I nodded.

He has his charms to captivate you and make you feel special, and unfortunately, I did fall for his tricks. The ping of the elevator pulls me out of my thoughts as we reach the ground floor. Silently, I step outside the elevator and make my way towards the dining lounge. As soon as we enter the dining area, the first person whose disapproving eyes meet with mine is my mother. I plaster a smile on my face which turns into a genuine one, when I see my cousin, Misha, with her husband grinning at me. She is the only person who is normal in my maternal side family. Otherwise, most of them are a bunch of bigheads.

I say in my best texas sheriff voice making Acre laugh "Shut up" mom snaps and by the tone of her voice I know not to even think about disobeying her "It's unheard of, why are they coming out into the open?" Uncle Antony asks continuing as though mine and moms exchange hadn't happened, "Im more concerned they have set off a bomb in the middle of London," dad says to him with a worried look, grandma Beth also looks worried as she says "What can we do?" "Im not sure that we can do anything baby" grandpa Luke mumbles as he keeps watching the devastation on the t.v.

My name is Aria Monroe, I turned eighteen yesterday. Guess what? I celebrated my birthday with my cellmate Amelia in a cell. Yeah I'm slave, I've been living as a slave since I was fifteen. Trust me I don't know where my mother or father or siblings are. I don't even know if they are alive or dead. Ever since my own family sold me to slavery, I deleted them from my heart forever. I only have one family and that's Amelia, she's been good to me, she's like a sister to me, this is my story.

Hana interjected, her tone laced with bitterness. "Mom, we should be grateful for what we have. We are not directly connected to this family. You're just Karina's late mother's cousin but still, we were allowed to live in the Everhardt mansion. You've made it our permanent home despite the circumstances that brought us here. We've been welcomed into the Everhardt mansion with open arms. Grandpa Lawson and Aunt Zora have treated us like family, despite our lack of blood relation. I appreciate the love they've shown us," Gina reasoned, her tone earnest.

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 mi

“They will get some time off to recover from the shock and the stand in members of the pack are happy to cover their duties here until they are recovered.” This is the beauty of pack that I always hoped to see but never experienced. That they come together when they need to help each other, that technically everyone is like family, and you help in times of need. I try not be bitter that I never got to see this myself. I remember the blame lies with the Davies family and everyone else in the conspiracies against me. “Between the packhouse, the inn and the community centre we have enough space to accommodate everyone until they ca

Even without my presence, they said they would still celebrate my birthday. Lance is my cousin, just my age. When his parents died, he decided to stay with my parents. They both need each other at that time. My parents were longing for their daughter, which is me, while Lance is longing for his parents. Two years after their wedding, my mom gave birth to Angelo. Mom thought that after Angelo, she would not bear a child anymore. It took them 12 years to have Tanya, our youngest sibling. We already arrived at their house. It looks more like a mansion than a house. This place is too grand. It looks like the mansion featured in magazines and television; that's how elegant and luxurious the mansi