Family Story Novels & Stories

Ajax never knew my family, mainly because I was so fucked up that I never wanted to tell anyone what I had saw through my young innocent eyes, nor did I really want to talk about family life when I had just been placed in a care home. My mother, Nia, had three siblings, Parker, Pamela and Shay. Shay married when I was 10, into a big rich family and had two children with her husband, the last time I saw her was when I was 12, Parker had a wife, but decided to murder her one night after he caught her cheating on him with their next door neighbour, Andrea, no wonder why, she was beautiful, but still no excuse to cheat.

He is leaning on his side towards me with the cutest smile I had ever seen. “Would you like to tell us the story of your family, Zari?” Mrs. Clementine calls to me. Ugh, here we go again. I begrudgingly went in front of the class. Since my family is one of the originals, and most especially I am a Morningstar. I tell the rich history of Asterville.

There are other mafias too but these are good mafias. French Mafia is from Amelia's side family and my and Amelia's marriage was an arrangement but eventually we fell in love and had seven kids. Time to say bye to Italy for some time.

Then, he was eight (8). Cole was moved to tears as Joann pulled out the bones of fish for him. "Hey, are you okay son?" Joann asked. "I am okay, its just that since I was little, mum and dad hardly had time for me. We never had dinner together they are always busy with work saying its the legacy they will leave me with." Cole said sadly.

I straightened them, causing Emma to raise her face towards me. I took my hands away, turned around and resumed my observation. Despite everything, she was doing well. She seemed to have learned a few notions of etiquette. " We were thinking about your story " George ignored that " We need to create something. " I thought you were going to say that I lost my family in a fire " She looked at us confused " Wasn't that it? " We need a few more details " I explained " Ferguson is a well-known family, did your father leave them?

I love cooking. I remember he told me yesterday that it's not only his family, it's " our family ". They all are filthy rich, like Richie rich type billionaire.And my husband Aiden is on top of young handsome billionaire bachelors. He deserves better than me. His family deserves better than me. They deserve someone who keeps them happy, some happy soul which I'm not. Aiden's pov

"Since you're awake, stop playing dead. Get up and give the bed to Amber. Didn't you hear her?" He did not care that I was injured. He seized my arm and dragged me off the mattress. Pain detonated through me, and black crept in at the edges of my vision. He flung me into the hallway as if I weighed nothing. I hit the floor hard. He stood over me, looked down, and said coldly, "Don't forget. You still owe Amber a life." "I don't," I said. Amber was my cousin. Years ago, a house fire tore through our home. Her father ran back inside to save people and was crushed by a falling beam. He died in the flames.

Cloe said. “I went back and talked to her again,” Priya said. “Just to update her on everything that’s happened since. And she mentioned something, almost in passing, that I don’t think she realised mattered. She said her family always had a strange old family story, passed down quietly, about a girl who was supposedly raised by a kind member of staff at a grand house, generations ago, before everything in the family fell apart.” Cloe felt the air go very still. “Did she say a name,” she asked carefully.

I chewed the apple and said, a little muffled, "Yeah, sounds great. Is Dad paying?" My father, who had just walked by, shouted, "Of course. Buy whatever you want. If it makes you happy, I'll buy the whole auction house." See? This was life in a wealthy family. Simple and, honestly, a little boring. Sure, every now and then, some clueless idiot would show up and try to stir things up. But as long as we stuck together, nothing could really touch us. After all, we were a happy, loving family.

I took the phone from Hector's hand. The screen displayed a brand-new post from Mom. The accompanying photo featured the living room of our family home, with a few dishes laid out on the coffee table. The gathering was small—just Mom, Dad, Cody, and his family. The caption read, "Family dinner. The family is whole and complete. Life moves on, no matter who decides to skip out." Beneath the post, a dozen comments from relatives and neighbors had already piled up, offering validation and comfort.