Family Story Novels & Stories

"There's more to the story of the fabled family curse. I think in recent retellings the beginning of the stories got lost. While getting ready for Scarlett's wedding and looking through old pictures, I remembered a lot of the old stories. The ones I'd hear sitting out on the porch with my daddy and uncle." Noemi smiled. "The old house that used to sit here?" "Yeah. That old, rickety shack." Garth shook his head. He did not miss the leaky roof or the plumbing that always had issues. "Dad and my uncle would tell stories about their daddy and grandpa. How their favorite stories to tell before they died was how they met their wives. Dad's reasoning behind the family curse-" "Will you stop callin

"Speaking of, we have not discuss about you and your family. I think this is the perfect time to discuss about that!" Nick took a deep sigh. "Well, my family story is very common so I don't think it's worth sharing!" "What? Of course, everything is going to be exciting because I am about to find out your life story!" "Stella, I hope we are not going to talk about my family. I am not in the mood to talk about it now so please, let us discuss it some other time!" In spite of what Nick said, I still insist on telling him the story about his family. "But I would really appreciate it if you tell me even a summarize story of your family!" I pleaded with him through

"Correct. That old house had an unsavory history. The story was so ironic. It happened even before we were born. So the ones who exactly remember that incident are mostly people who are older than us…” Ria listened to Loren carefully. "I heard this story from my aunt who was still in college at the time of the incident and my mother who experienced it herself..." Loren looked at Ria seriously. "Okay, tell me." Ria said. “Decades ago, the house was owned by a beautiful little family. A mom, a father and a handsome son. But even though they look perfect on the outside, it turned out that this family was also having some problems. I don’t know what problem to be exact. But many told that the fa

The old ring, now a cherished family heirloom, holds within it the whispers of their past, the strength of their present, and the promise of an everlasting future. And so, their story continues, an ever-unfolding tale of love, resilience, and the extraordinary power of family—a legacy that will endure through the ages, a testament to the profound impact of love on the human heart.

Each entry held a piece of the story, a glimpse into the forbidden love affair that had haunted our family for generations. The journal chronicled the tale of two souls bound by love, torn apart by circumstances beyond their control. It spoke of their unyielding devotion, their sacrifices, and the insurmountable obstacles they faced in their pursuit of happiness. As the story unfolded, we realized that their love had not only defied societal norms but also ignited the fury of those who sought to keep their union hidden.

In the realm of our chosen family, we find solace, strength, and a deep sense of belonging. And with open hearts, we continue to write our story—one that is bound by love and shared experiences—a story that will forever be etched in our hearts. As the years pass, our bond deepens, and our chosen family continues to thrive. We support each other through the ups and downs, celebrating milestones, and offering a shoulder to lean on during challenging times. One evening, as we gather around the dinner table, the room is filled with laughter and animated conversations. My son, now a teenager, shares stories from his day at school, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

And forget that my family was the only I can hold on to. "Don't worry Hanna will understand you And the rest of your family And I want to tell you Is that your father's family was so amazing. And the one thing only like to tell you that there is the particular book that we need to for evidence to that family and that was still white book all of the illegal transaction of them Was been written all to that book So if you want to help me contact me here is my number and Henry be careful that family is ruthless and they won't give a Damn If Someone's died because the most important to them is money."

I stared at her surprised. She adjusted properly and placed her hand on mine. “I’m gonna tell you a story about that family. Then you’ll judge yourself.” She said. I moved closer to her completely interested in whatever she was gonna say. But I remember Dash said. People judge him before he even opens his mouth. Though, he was trying to pick offence at nothing, but that left an impression. “That family is a mafia family. Used to consist of 3 generations before even Gnash was born.” She said. I stared at her confused. What? She really knows him!

"Competition or not, I'll always be the number one man in her life." Our breakfast turned into a delightful blend of shared stories, laughter, and the easy camaraderie that comes with family. The kitchen, once again, became the backdrop for another chapter in our unfolding story—a story filled with unexpected joy, love, and the quirks that make us a unique and imperfectly perfect family.

a random dude asked. "Our name is Chaos and we aren't a mafia. We're a motherfucking family. We won't adhere to your bullshit mafia rules, we make our own. We are a family and are open to all. Join us if you choose. Our family is the strongest you will ever find." Blaise announced.