Family Regret Novels & Stories

"Elena survived? So the curse didn't work? Then how did Emma—" He scratched the back of his neck, like he was trying to work out an equation that wouldn't balance. "I mean, the whole family spent years on this, and then the one who was supposed to go didn't, and the one who wasn't supposed to..." Mom's fingernails dug into the crack between the floor tiles. "Get out." She didn't look up. The words came through her teeth. "Look, I'm only asking because I care—" "I said get out!"

has been in your family forever?" "Generations." "And your father was involved?" "Yes." "Your grandfather?" "Yes." "Your great-grandfather?" "Yes, Liliana." I narrowed my eyes. "And your uncles?" Grey sighed. "Of course my uncles." "You have uncles?" He looked at me as if I'd asked whether he had a head. "Of course I have uncles, silly." He reached forward and gently squeezed my cheeks. "What do you think? I fell from the sky?" I burst out laughing. "Stop!" He released my face, grinning. I looked at him again, but my smile slowly disappeared. "So your whole family is involved?" "Extended family, yes." "Are you close?" His expression changed. "No." The ans

Only under the influence of high-grade heroin could he see the version of Elena who still smiled at him, rather than the broken corpse in the morgue. Six months later, they found a body in a gutter in the slums. He was skin and bones, covered in maggots, clutching a childhood family photo in his cold, dead hand. My parents lost all their children in the blink of an eye. They stayed in that hollow, tomb-like Falcone mansion. Every day, they had the staff prepare a massive feast, setting five extra plates. They talked to the empty chairs, pretending their children were still there. In the end, they drifted into a world of dementia and rot.

Three days before my mating ceremony, my brothers called my adopted sister and me into the Moon Hall to draw lots for our future mates. The silver token meant Noah Hale, my childhood sweetheart. The black token meant Alpha Kieran Blackwood, a dying man from a northern pack. As the younger sister, Ivy drew first. She got Noah. My brothers looked relieved. “You’re the daughter of a former Alpha and Luna,” Adrian said. “Blackridge will respect your bloodline. If Kieran dies, they’ll send you home safely.” Then he looked at Ivy, the orphaned daughter of the man who had once saved our parents. “Ivy has no family left. Blackridge might look down on her. We can’t send her there alone.” Even Noah ag

The night I died, my family was busy celebrating my sister's accession to the Hall of Valhalla. We are Valkyries. My mother was a battle warrior, and when she gave birth to the twins, her excitement was above the nine clouds. The reason– my sister was born with golden wings. A very rare colour mentioned in the prophecy–Valkyrie with gold will lead the others to stop Ragnarok. My sister brought fame to our family. I thought we would be happier until I realised the harsh reality of my own parents. Because I was born with black wings, my own parents saw me as taboo and refused to introduce me to the universe as their own. And when the time came for my sister's accession, afraid that dark force

And yet I wasn't as happy as I'd imagined I would be. I suppose that is what it looks like when someone makes it up to you too late. You don't get it when you want it most. When they bring it to you later, no matter how carefully, all it proves is that they've finally understood why it hurt you back then. I looked down and took a bite of the cake. Still sweet. Just not the slice I was waiting for three years ago. When I walked them out that night, Diana was the last to go. "Do you still hold people accountable?"

"Don't you think our family lacked the affection that we should have? We are a large household. Father got himself a lot of sons and daughters. Why is it that instead of being happy, we can only fake ourselves to death?" 'Money.' Jana jutted her lower lip out. 'Money is the drive of our family. A family established with money, will naturally perish all because of money.' "Myriad, take care of yourself. Don't let them get you." Jana grinned naturally. "Call me when you need something." "Yeah... well, thank you " She pressed the end call decisively. Raising her sight to the rearview mirror, she caught the driver's eyes. Instead of being remorseful, the man smiled a little. "I still think movin

"Hen ..." "Grandma and Grandpa treated me well. But I haven't had the chance to repay them. One is gone and the other has dementia … "I don't understand why it's so impossible for me to have a good life with my family." Henry sounded heartbroken. This would be his lifelong regret. If he could, he would exchange his success for a happy family. Natalie couldn't bear to push Henry away and simply patted his shoulder again. "I'm sure Grandma is watching over us. As for Grandpa, I'm sure deep down, he knows what's going on."

Jaden teased and I shook my head. "Thank you. I said thank you." I glared and he smiled at me. He turned to face me after handing his card over to pay. "Listen, Willa. I know that you aren't very happy with us right now and this is all annoying and whatever but please understand that we're all so happy to have you back. We missed you and West and we've never stopped looking for you. You are our family and we will take care of you no matter what, understand?" he said softly with a tender look.

She locked the windows and looked after her sister as if the police were going to show up at any second to take her away. His uncle had been away carrying the weight of his loss for months. The Graham family had gone bankrupt and the reservation they had with Aria had gotten even bigger. Grandma didn't hug her so much anymore, her grandfather didn't look at her, her uncles kept their distance from her. It was as if they all knew and hated her for it and loved Angie even more.