Family Sticking Together Novels & Stories

She stopped beside the door of the red car. The friend’s invitation was tempting, but she felt ashamed. Livia was an orphan. She never met her mother and didn’t even know who her father was. Unfortunately, Livia never knew what it was like to have her family gathered around the table. "You know my mother loves you, you're our guest”. "Ok, I accept! But, I'm only going because I love fettuccine, and I'm hungry. "I can hear your stomach grumbling”, he smiled.

she added. As the first stars appeared in the night sky, they wrapped their arms around each other, finding warmth and comfort in the familiar touch. Their love story was far from over. It was an ongoing adventure, filled with endless possibilities. And as they looked to the future, they did so with hope, excitement, and an unwavering belief in the enduring power of love. Their children and grandchildren visited often, bringing with them a burst of youthful energy. The house, once again filled with laughter, was a testament to the enduring nature of family.

They chorused together as they all pulled out spoons from their pant pocket surprising their father and I “When did you guys do this?” I asked bewildered “Mum, stop being a killjoy, it's said that families who eat together stick together and that's exactly what we are trying to do, right father?” Xacky asked his father with puppy eyes “Yes son, let's all devour this sumptuous meal” “Yes…..” They did a happy dance as we began to eat,

A family. Not perfect. Not without scars. But together. And for the first time, that was enough.

“We’ve come a long way. Everything we’ve accomplished, we did together.” Lucas took her hand, his eyes filled with love. “And we’re just getting started.” As they walked hand in hand toward the garden, the sound of their children’s laughter echoing around them, Sophia and Lucas knew that their story wasn’t just one of survival. It was a story of love, resilience, and the unbreakable bond of family—a legacy that would stand the test of time.

The room is alive with the rhythm of shared joy and the familiarity of a chosen family. Laughter becomes the glue that binds us, creating an invisible thread of connection. In these shared moments, the walls of formality come down, and we are simply three individuals enjoying the simplicity of a movie night together. Jim’s playful banter, Mrs. Dan’s maternal warmth, and my laughter weave a tapestry of togetherness in the cozy movie room.

"They have us to guide them, but they also have their own hearts and instincts. We must trust them to find their way, just as we did." The night deepened, and as the stars twinkled above, the family gathered in the garden for a celebration. Laughter filled the air, mingling with the scent of blooming flowers and the sweet music of the night. The gathering was not just a celebration of love but a testament to the bonds that had been formed, a reminder of the power of unity in a world once divided.

These people stick up for each other and they "stick together" Emphasis on the stick together. These people were my family and of course since I was just another addition to these already existing group of people. Weren't they supposed to stick up for me too? I mean, I am the fifth born child of the family if I'm being correct and accurate because a member from the family had already died before I was born which probably makes me the sixth born or whatever but, that aside, practically, I am the fifth born child of this big family so I had four elder siblings, which was supposed to be to my advantage of course.

Not the company or the money or the power. Just love. Simple, complicated, messy, perfect love. "Ready for whatever comes next?" William whispered in my ear. I looked at our kids, at our friends, at the life we'd built from a contract that became real somewhere along the way. "With you?" I smiled up at him. "Always." Rose chose that moment to grab both our faces, pulling us together in a sloppy three-way kiss that made everyone laugh. "That's rule number seven." Evelyn wrote in her notebook that she'd somehow grabbed. "Family sticks together no matter what."

The house, once filled with unspoken tension, now echoed with shared laughter and conversations that flowed freely. One evening, under the openness of the night sky, Jack sat with Samantha, Emily, and his mother under the comforting shelter of the old tree. The air was filled with a sense of unity, a testament to the resilience of bonds that refused to be broken. They shared stories, not just of their individual journeys, but of the collective stories that had woven them together.