Family Saga Novels & Stories

"Because we're mates. We're mates Carrie. That's why. And I'm resisting every natural instinct I have every second I'm around you." Breaking point. My flat hand made contact with his cheek and I brought it back stinging, his head had barely moved. He didn't need to say it out loud, it was too much, I couldn't hear this, not now. "Our bond is, it's, just some kind of mistake Ben. Megan is your soulmate and you know it. Now let me go. I have a night of Megan's complaining about her stupid selfish sister who goes on missions to help friends without thinking about her wedding to get through. I've had a pretty shit day, and I've got a long day tomorrow. So, "

But I can't get Sage out of here either. "Awful! Your boyfriend is handsome! He's so ... Ugh! I feel like I've seen him, eh! It's like a magazine! Is that a model? The face is really familiar!" said Rowella when we went to C.R. It looks like he wanted to say that before but we just got away from Sage. Maybe he haw him on a magazine. I even saw Sage in a magazine back then. Actually, his whole family as well as cousins. The Mongreco clan was featured in it as the owners of one of the most successful conglomerate all over Philippines and Asia.

It sounded like a well-rehearsed chorus. "Nah, she's your wife." Ethan sat back in his seat with a shit-eating smirk on his face. "Try that word on for size." His banter was playful, and everyone at the table knew it. It had become a game with Jude, and regardless of how much he swore up and down he hated it, I knew the truth. Some part of it-the whole twisted sister motif-made us who we were. And neither Jude nor I would trade that for the world. It made us unique. It was our story. We were just two foster kids who fell in love.

| Strange Feeling | COLLEGE IS hard, particularly when you don’t belong in the world of a wealthy family. You can’t convey to their discussions. Like, they talk about the enormous dishes they ate in a fancy restaurant, their trips abroad, models and celebrities whom they met, and more so. Those topics that you can only see on television. Tackling about it, you seem like a display around that is meaningless.

Sophia asked her step mum in a croaked voice. "Ha!! Heavens ever since I married your Godforsaken father I acquired you as an everlasting burden, I never knew my life would become this cursed Ever!!!" She yelled. "Then why did you agree to marry my dad? Mmh? Was it for the money?." "I bet you were all in for the money! And now it's gone you are uncomfortable and unhappy!!!" Sophia yelled back at her furiously for calling her late father godforsaken. Maureen rushed at her unexpectedly and pushed her near the dining table and the glass flower vase came crashing down alongside Sophia who cried in pain when the broken pieces cut through her inner elbow and blood spilled everywhere.

“Yep, I’m okay. She replied “Can you tell me what all that was about? Its okay if you don’t want to talk about your past I can understand and respect that. “It’s okay, it’s about time I tell you about my past and know Kayla’s dad is. You deserve to know that much.” “My mum and I worked as maids in the smith’s mansion and ….” The smiths, as in the richest family in the country?” Sam intercepted with a shocked look on her face. “don’t tell me that Kayla is the daughter of the Brian Smith.” “I guess it wont take long to tell you this story since you have figured out half of the story.

thing led to anther and we ended up being intimate. That night was the best night of my life because I had given my virginity to the man I was in love with, it didn’t stop me from doing and carrying out my duties as his maid earnestly. He confessed his feelings for me in no time and we became a thing, he made sweet love to me everyday and soon I became pregnant. He had no idea how he was going to present it to his family because they wanted him to marry from a noble family like theirs, he convinced me to keep the baby and that after I put to birth, we would find a way to make his family accept it or shove it down their throats. Mark came into the picture during my second trimester, he was a

“You know that these families don’t forgive half-measures. You know what Cesare Maretti expects.” She did. She’d grown up in rooms where hands were a currency as much as coin, where an apology could be a treaty and a smile a declaration of war. The Marettis held old grudges like heirlooms. Sasha felt the weight of that history in the back of her throat—older than the two families’ present maneuverings, older than the men who sat in rooms like this. It was generational; it was bone-deep. "Why were you there together, you and the Maretti boy?" he finally asked.

“When my chosen mate died, I took my pups and tried to find the place my mother had spoken of. She told me she found me in Yellow Fields Cemetery. That’s all I had. No names. No parents. Only a cemetery.” I felt a knot tighten in my chest as she went on. “Eventually, I settled in my mate’s old pack with my pups. We lived there for a time. But then my daughter found a mate of her own. Just like before, she chose instead of waiting for fate. From that marriage she bore my granddaughter, Michail. And then… she found her true fated mate.” Her voice grew heavier, each word harder to drag out. “She had his pup, Breanna. And then, suddenly, she left our pack behind. She moved into his pack—this one

I was even accepted to a top-tier university. My mother forced me to drop out because of the tuition fees. She insisted our family could afford to educate only one of us. As the elder sister, I had to yield this opportunity to my younger sister. Attending university became the lifelong regret I could never fulfill. Fortunately, I met James later. I always believed he was the greatest blessing in my life. However, the moment my mother brought Athena into our home, James started making eyes with her instead. When the frozen apocalypse arrived, he sided with my mother in forcing me to scavenge for supplies.