Family Story Novels & Stories

The family gathered. The story continued.

The system's cold mechanical voice responded, "Because you insisted on staying in this world, causing our system that drives the plot in this world to collapse. We just want everything to return to the original state." I once again sighed at the system's merciless nature. It was willing to do anything to achieve its goals. When Carrie fell down the stairs, my family believed I pushed her. When I ate the cake she threw away, my family believed I snatched it from her. They even believed the reason she developed a heart condition was that I constantly bullied her. All these "truths" were fabricated memories implanted by the system into the minds of my father, mother, and brother. Her heart dise

“And it will never be end.’ The first big family festival in spring was over. Chapter 100 was written. And the history of the Voss family continued – full of love, growth and infinite gratitude.

"Tommy, we'll take you out after dinner. There's something going on nearby today. It'll be a lot of fun." Dad put his arm around my shoulders, the warmth of his palm seeping through my clothes, almost scalding. Talia quietly transferred some of her own money into my account, moving so carefully it was as if she were afraid of startling me. Mom sat across the table, smiling, her eyes full of quiet satisfaction. This family looked like they loved me, like everything was warm and perfect.

Their love story, born from a chance encounter in a library, had blossomed into a beautiful testament to the enduring power of love, the magic of family, and the endless possibilities that life holds. Their story, a tapestry woven with threads of laughter, challenges, and unwavering love, continued to unfold, a reminder that even in the face of life's inevitable changes, the heart's capacity for love and joy never diminishes. Their journey, a testament to the enduring power of connection and the beauty of shared dreams, was a love story for the ages, a story that would be whispered in the wind, etched in the hearts of those who knew them, and remembered for generations to come.

We are the only family left. To be continued...

Their faces twisted in confusion, anxiety flickering in their eyes. Whenever they wanted me to give something up, they’d slap me with one hand and offer candy with the other. It never failed to work. All they had to do was take the first step and reach out, and I’d cave every time. This time, no one was on the other end of the call, eagerly calling them “Mom” and “Dad.” “Honey, Laura’s not exactly the sharpest at work, so why do you keep spoiling her? When we’re gone, she’ll burn through the family’s fortune in no time.

“Everyone already knows that our families have known each other for ages. We don’t have to tell people how we met because we’ve just always kind of known one another.” “That part is obvious,” he clips out. His eyes darken, but I don’t know why. Maybe he’s thinking about what tore our families apart. “I don’t see you offering an epic love story for the two of us.” “Epic, huh?” I smile, leaning forward on the table to rest my chin between my palms. “Yes, epic. The luxury of being fake married is you get to tell whatever story you want. Let’s see…what should we tell them?” I think for a moment, trying to remember all of my favorite rom-com plots to see if I can pull ideas from any of them.

The MacRay family was a wealthy family and their wealth would not run out for eleven generations. William cleared his throat and then responded to Emmy's slightly sad words, "Now we're together, Emmy. You're free to ask me for anything, if I can, I'll give it to you, okay?" "Uhh ... that's not what I meant, Brother. You misunderstood, I just wanted to tell you a piece of my life story earlier!" Emmy evaded uncomfortably, she didn't want to seem like a sugar baby who liked to extort rich older men for a comfortable life and a modern glamorous outlook.

Fate was anything but nice to me, for my husband and mother-in-law had pushed me right back into that same abyss. Therefore, when I got pregnant, they came up with a grand scheme to get rid of the baby. They tried to force me to abort my child to bury what they had done, and when they couldn't live with the guilt, they'd chosen to end their lives. In the end, it was nothing but karma. Detective Lloyd fell into a prolonged silence after listening to my story. It took him a while before he asked, "So, who's the father of the child?"