Family Saga Novels & Stories

His gaze was a study in tenderness, as if she were fragile crystal. Elara, on the other hand, didn't even get a glass of warm water. It was a dark joke. She and Serena were born minutes apart. Because she arrived first, she bore the burden of being the older sister. Then, at two years old, Serena was diagnosed with a rare genetic defect. This family blood disorder meant that even a minor injury required transfusions from direct relatives. From then on, she became her sister's walking blood bag. Her father, mother, and brother even blamed her for hoarding her sister's nutrients in the womb, making Serena so frail.

“Then, at least Papa and Mama would tell me what was wrong with the two clans of the family.” Mr. Adrian gave a loud snort and turned to their window, his hands crossed and his eyes caught in the fine scratches on the glass. Mrs. Adrian sighed and took a seat in front of Saga, watched their living room for a few seconds and looked back at his son. “Listen me, Saga,” Saga's mother started. “We forbid you to interfere with that family for your own good.” Saga scowled. “I don't need advice. I need an explanation.” Mr. Adrian half turned around and answered between his breaths, “Why do you care so much for them?”

“You’re smart. Can you predict what would happen if we let him go? Do you think Han could protect an old lady, a young girl and a silver walker alone? Remember. John had already claimed two lives. What’s stopping him from claiming more?” She was right. Unable to deny it, Zen remained silent. The next thing Sasha told Zen would stay with him forever, the same way it stayed with Sasha until today. “The only thing that would stop an unchanging man from committing more evil and protect what you treasure is death alone. We don’t kill for pleasure. We kill to protect our happiness. That’s what famiglia is all about.” For a while, nobody spoke as Zen let those words sink into his mind. Family is so

“Yes. The Sanjaya family no longer controls the company. I do. And I will protect you.” Alana bit her lip, her eyes trembling. A part of her wanted to believe him, but another part was still bound to the old wounds—wounds inflicted by this very man’s family. “You think I can just trust you?” Her voice was hoarse. “You’re part of that family, Sagara. You share their blood. You have no idea how deep the scars they left on me run.” Sagara lowered himself slightly, staring at her from up close. His expression was firm, unwavering. “I am not them. And I will not let you be hurt again.”

They were called on a mission and everyone back at home was hell worried about them. The kids were little when they were brought back. Maybe six month twins. The family welcomed them with open arms and hearts. Everyone was happy. And then Conrad announced that he shifted to the branch at the head office. Although he had a craze for flying jets. But he felt his parents and now his family needed him more. So he and Daniel were located in the office near their home. It was easy to commute this way. Benjamin met his mom once. When he was lowering her coffin in the cemetery. She killed herself after she knew the whole truth about the assassination of her husband. Although Benjamin had forgiven he

“Yes, we made love, but that’s the problem with us, Kaid. We never truly fix things. We just go back to the sex and flow with the physical chemistry between us. But I can’t ride on that. On just sex, and whatever that follows. I need a home. A family. One that is built on love, on trust, on wholeness. A family in which I can raise children. Not based on what we have. You don’t even know what you feel towards me. You’re probably sorry you did all that with Vivian and how wrong you were, but I have never gotten any form of comfort from you, Kaid.” “But it’s different this time, Sage,” he held my arm, his blue eyes fixed on me like they could split me open. “What exactly is different from befor

Saga said as he took to the window, gazing at the vast forest ahead of the brothel. “I was born here. My mother was a prostitute and she died trying to get me out of here. She wanted me to lead a normal life; going to school, getting a job, marrying and having children; these were her dreams for me. But twenty years later, I'm still here with Pavel and Lorenzo as my only family.” “I'm sorry to hear that.” Sunny said. She couldn’t help but pity Saga. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. I'm telling all this because I care about Dario. I don’t want anything bad to happen to him.” Saga replied, chuckling.

I asked. “No one really.” “Huh?” I asked, confused.” “We’re triplets, all seventeen,” he said with a chuckle. “Technically, Sam is the oldest, then Kierra, then me.” “What’s it like growing up as one-third of a set of triplets?” “We’re pretty close, and my brother and sister are awesome, even if they can be annoying sometimes. Kierra is really bossy at times, and I swear Sam lives to embarrass me.” I laughed. “Yeah, siblings can be like that.”

There are other mafias too but these are good mafias. French Mafia is from Amelia's side family and my and Amelia's marriage was an arrangement but eventually we fell in love and had seven kids. Time to say bye to Italy for some time.

The two family’s had always been close. Bailey Everleigh never thought too much about it until the summer that everything changed. She had been raised with her own family, and theirs was always nearby as well. They did almost everything together. She had always thought it was because both were large families. They understood the way things were done in them that people who didn’t have eight-plus kids could never.