Novel & Cerita Family Story Book

I closed my eyes, letting the last shred of my attachment to family die. "Think whatever you want. But Mom, even if you kill yourself right now, I'm still telling everyone the truth about that matcha."

"Only one way to prove that." "Careful, wife." I warned, my voice low and teasing. "I always rise to a challenge." She laughed softly, her gaze falling to the book she’d closed. "Do you know what this book’s about?" I glanced at the title again, pretending to think. "A family, right? Something about poverty and resilience?" She nodded, seeming a bit surprised though she had found the book in the beach house, probably assuming I've never read it. "It’s about overcoming tough beginnings and finding beauty in broken places. It’s sad but also hopeful." Her voice softened and she looked thoughtful.

I whispered, gripping his shirt. “No one cares, Sugar Plum,” he reassured me, lifting my chin with his hand. “This is acceptable to wolves. This is how mates act with each other.” I blew out a breath and nodded, then looked at the book in his hands. “What’s the big deal about this book?” I asked him. “This book,” he said, lifting it by one corner and showing the cover to me, “is filled with the stories of our people. Every werewolf family has a copy, and all werewolf children grow up hearing the tales.”

The house was quiet; the nanny had already finished and left, leaving just me and the children. Later that evening, after dinner, I sat with the kids in their room. I picked up one of their storybooks. “Storytime!” Caleb clapped his hands, bouncing on the bed. “Alright, let’s see what we have tonight…” I opened the book. The pages showed colorful drawings of a family of three camping outside under the stars. I cleared my throat and began to read:

In moments like that, my family felt complete. One story in particular that he used to read me comes to mind - a fantasy tale about werewolves and witches. I think it was a graphic story too, with drawings to show everything that was being talked about - judging from the way he described it. He read it to me while I was in bed, and I had slept off staring at the front cover while I listened to him. Suddenly, my mind zones in on the cover. My heart skips a bit and my eyes snap open as the connection clicks into place.

POV 3 He furrowed his brows. There was something he remembered from a storybook that had been given to him. Even though he wasn’t even five years old yet, he was smart enough to read, or at least to understand the pictures in his storybooks. His grandma, Ellen, had given him many books, and whenever he saw something about family, Miles would stare at it deeply. He had a very warm family, and his curiosity made him realize that Dylan wasn’t actually his real father. He had once overheard it from the maids’ conversation, it shocked him a little, but he still loved Dylan very much.

If you must tell a story, then you should tell the story from the start to finish. But this time it was i who was telling such stories to my children at bedtime, a story which is not meant to be told at such a bed time rest, but this is not a story as it ought to be. Do you call History of one a story? In general stories could be anything fake or real but to me it was not. To me the History of my people was never a story. No it should be called the way it was... a History. This was going to be me in that story, pardon me i have made error calling the History of my home a story. Again i seek for remission of sin from the gods of my home land if it be an atrocity to tell the younger ones such

JADE I didn’t expect myself to et immersed in the book the way I did. I mean, I knew I would enjoy reading it because it felt like it was a way for me to get close to my mum and know her. Her family history. But the moment I started reading, I actually loved were it was hiding heading. The part I loved mist was the little drawings, which made it feel more like a fun book than on for history. I learned a few things about the wolf nomads and the original family, which according to Ray, my mum came from. Though I haven’t confirmed with dad yet. I’ll do that when I see him next.

To all my incredible readers, Thank you for being part of this journey. From the moment Alpha Logan was written to the final chapters of Her Second Chance Mate, it has been an unforgettable ride. This 12-novel, 9-short-story series has taken us across the world, showing that love and family come in many forms. No matter race, gender, or sexuality, everyone deserves love, a place to belong, and the freedom to define what family means to them.

Part 1 Alot of people have different life tale, I have read many and never thought I will one day tell mine here for others to read. I have held back for so long and Just felt is time to let my pain out. I will start right from when it all began. I came from a loving home, my parents were awesome when it comes to caring for us. I'm the first child and have younger siblings. A sister Lucia and two brothers. My parents were young and love each other before getting married.