Family Novels Novels & Stories

"Emma, will Michael and I understand love like you do when we're twelve?" "You'll understand it differently because you've seen it work from the start." I helped Michael pick a color for Uncle Thomas's vegetables. "But yes, you'll get that families are people who keep choosing each other, especially when it's hard." The door opened, and I heard laughing as Elena told stories about her book and Dad asked about business tips. Uncle Lucas and Aunt Sarah were talking about whether their baby should hear family stories from birth or wait until they understand the difference between stories and real life.

“It’s fine, Naomi. You seem to have a problem with me now that you are a part of this family.” Though stunned, I quickly got a grip on myself and declined the suggestion. To my surprise, Keith agreed without getting my consensus. I was disgruntled. It was absurd enough that I had to share a bed with my mother-in-law on my wedding night, but she took up the space between me and my husband too. Whitney glanced at me before sprawling herself across the sanctity of my bed. “A good wife shouldn’t be so petty. You should be kind to your husband’s family.”

The three of them showed me my room and the mounds of books they'd stocked on the shelves, and I stayed holed up alone until dinner, lost in the pages of a made-up world. It was weird to eat with anyone other than my mom, or anywhere other than at our table for two. Ours was nestled into a corner of our living room to create a makeshift dining space. Even at eight years old, I knew it wasn't much, but it was ours, and my mom worked hard to make sure we had a nice place. It wasn't as big as the Shaws' house. Our carpet was flat from walking on it all the time, and my twin bed didn't have a matching dresser, much less a nightstand and a lamp. The walls were white and our dishes mismatched, but

“Mya. Stop. You don’t have to explain yourself to us. Not anymore.” She blinked, startled by the simple finality in his tone. Casey leaned across the table, eyes shining with mischief. “You don’t get it yet, do you? You don’t owe him anything. Or anyone.” Mya frowned, confused. “What do you mean?” Cameron leaned in, his voice carrying both warmth and gravity. “We’re the Cross family, Mya. Billionaires. Our father built an empire, and we’ve carried it forward. Everything he left—the businesses, the properties, the legacy—it belongs to us. To all of us.”

I year my brothers yell and they hugged everyone We all sat down and started talking after a while we all went to bed ~~~ Today is Friday, my Aunts, Grandmothers, Ms. Natalia and I have been spending the day at a spa relaxing. Yesterday we decided to have a family day we all went out to a restaurant and we went to a movie and then headed home and spend the rest of the day talking In our tradition when a couple gets married they have to spend the night before the wedding apart. So Ralph and the rest of my family men are staying at the Roman mansion while the ladies and I stay at the Rossi mansion.