Family Story Book Novels & Stories

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.

On the left was an alluring bathroom, already filled with hot water and thick foam, the smell of oranges, my favorite, filled the entire space. A big chimney with a crackling fire and simple yet elegant furniture made it feel like home. Large, panoramic windows, showed a view over a small lake where lived a few naiads. Some pixies hid beneath the flowers. Not the best neighbors if you ask me. Marvelous yet evil creatures. It seemed they felt comfortable around the mansion. “Until they don’t cause troubles I let them around.” I jumped at the sudden approximate of his voice. The feeling of his chuckle in my ear made them twitch.

'He went on hunger strike. 'They had only one child and they could not feed him to his fill.' He sighed. 'Let children eat their fill, that's very apt, very apt.' 'Yes, one child and they gave him such a serious instruction. Can you listen to another one? Mmh…' She flipped the pages. 'I want you to enjoy this particular story. It's entitled 'A Battle of Will'.' 'The story that gave the book its title.' 'Yes. Are you still interested?'

“Don’t get me wrong I do but I’m worried. You are always indoors. You are growing up and you need to get out there, enjoy the world.” “I’m enjoying my world.” “What is your book all about?” “Crime fiction.” “Am I supposed to know about that?” “Ah dad. Where do I even start from?” Her father looked at her. “Ok just know that it’s about the most notorious family in Zambia.” “Notorious?” “Yes. The family is the most feared in the country. No one crosses their path. Whoever does, gets killed. On top of that, they have connections everywhere. The police cannot touch them. No one touches them.”

and when I finished, I wiped my eyes, kissed her goodbye, and stood to find Portia waiting for me on a bench not far off. Over the years, Portia and the Shaws had become as big a part of my family as I had theirs. I'd never known my dad, or even his name, and Ernie stepped in to fill that role from the day I met him. Every time my mom had to go through chemo, I'd gone back into foster care, and I had gotten a family that defied all odds. They weren't the couple that people read about who appeared to be wonderful on the outside, only to find out they abused the system for money and neglected the kids in their custody. Ernie and Hensley Shaw just wanted children and hadn't been able to have an

This is my story of how I've overcome, and I can't wait for the future. “C'mon in. Tell us all about what you've learned" I smile as we turn to go in. This is my family. I love them and they love me. They're mine. Roman is mine. THE END

"She has been living a tough life without her family's support. She takes on various part-time jobs to make ends meet because her family doesn’t care about her anymore. Therefore, she hates his parents, siblings, and all the blood-related relatives.” The painter remained silent. He didn't even turn his head to the student, who solemnly gave him the details about the long-haired girl. “She is indeed very sensitive when it comes to family matters, so I never discussed it with her. But I didn’t think she was that sensitive when I asked her whether she had a relative with the name Park Ah Reum or not. Now I know that she just was annoyed because I asked her about relatives even though I knew tha

“I trust my guts, Mastermind!” “Then let`s beat him at his own game, instead.” The bell rang, lunch was over. A few weeks later, I came across this book titled “The Autocratic Family” at the storeroom. It seemed outdated but I took it anyway so I could get some knowledge about this gang and why it came about to split. The book gave me what I wanted to know; I felt like it was going to lead me to where I wanted- who killed my brother? It took me a week and a half to read a book that was as triple as large as the holy book.

“Don’t get me wrong I do but I’m worried. You are always indoors. You are growing up and you need to get out there, enjoy the world.” “I’m enjoying my world.” “What is your book all about?” “Crime fiction.” “Am I supposed to know about that?” “Ah dad. Where do I even start from?” Her father looked at her. “Ok just know that it’s about the most notorious family in Zambia.” “Notorious?” “Yes. The family is the most feared in the country. No one crosses their path. Whoever does, gets killed. On top of that, they have connections everywhere. The police cannot touch them. No one touches them.”

Her friend smiled, “Sure. It would be great to remember this moment one day. The day I, Silas, taught you, Eleanor, something that you didn’t know. It’s something rare and should be written in the history books. Who would have thought that I could provide you something valuable, right?” Eleanor smiled at that, but then her eyes gaze back towards the girl who was currently flipping through the pages of a story book. She was looking at the pictures. She flipped again and from where Eleanor was standing, she could see her flip and land on a page that had a colored picture of a family. There was a mother, a father, and they were hugging their daughter. A daughter who seemed to be her age.