First Family Novels & Stories

“Ah, so Jaiden has conveniently neglected to mention that he has more older siblings than just Tristan? It's intriguing to think about what other secrets he might be hiding from his companions.” Alexis cast a teasing glance at Haiden, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. However, deep down, she understood that Jaiden had never truly embraced his role as the baby of the family. The very thought of it made him uneasy, and his name, which was merely a letter inspired by the names of her twins, only deepened his feelings of inadequacy. Jaiden wrestled with an inferiority complex, burdened by the weight of being the youngest among a family of accomplished siblings.

Two days later, Celeste and I found ourselves in the middle of the desert, surrounded by Alpha’s from all over. The area was lined with grand tents, each one air conditioned and assigned a different purpose. If any humans stumbled upon our gathering, they would think it was some retreat for the elite of their own kind. The main tent held several long tables, organized in such a way that we all faced inward once we were seated. Given my status as the oldest pack in existence, Celeste and I were given seats at the head of the table. I was younger than many of the Alpha’s, but my pack name carried weight. The history of our kind told of my pack being the first, fracturing into others as more Al

“That he should look at who’s spreading the rumors. Most rumors start from jealousy.” Max nods, “Not a bad answer.” Max then asks, “When is the first family day?” “Next Sunday from twelve to four,” I reply.

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

Elijah, at only seven, ran close behind her, his small legs moving as fast as they could. Father embraced Adam first, his eldest son, with a firm hug before sweeping Mother and Bella into his arms, showering them with kisses. He clasped Elijah close and then turned to me, his eyes briefly meeting mine. There was joy in his gaze-or perhaps relief-but there was something else too: a shadow, a sadness that lingered even as he smiled.

Vivienne arched a brow, catching the dangerous little smile tugging at her son’s mouth. “Julian...” But it was too late. He was already typing. With practiced ease, he uploaded the picture straight to his official I*******m, an account that boasted millions of followers and the kind of influence that could topple headlines. The caption was short, elegant, and unmistakably Julian. “Home is not a place. It’s these people. #FamilyFirst” The Cross heir didn’t post often. When he did, the world noticed.

Calculations. But the way she asks—casual, curious, unguarded—doesn’t tighten my chest. “I’m an only child,” she adds, as if sensing the pause. “Well. Only to my parents, I have a big family and am extremely close with my cousins.” I blink. “Really?” She smiles faintly. “We run the farm together. Land’s been in the family for generations. We were one of the first families to align with Alpha Keith's founding fathers.” “That’s… grounding,” I say honestly.

I entered the kitchen where my instinct told me they were. "It's a very long story, honey, but I will try to sum it down as much as possible because I know you deserve that much." My Dad spoke with sincerity on his face as he stood at the kitchen island. I folded my arms ready to listen to what he had to say. "The job I took was for a top spot in the Italian Mafia, third in line under Nicholas. The story before that I can't ever discuss for the sake of the family. Your mother understands this, I am sorry that we hid this information from you but it was necessary." he sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

“Of course, it was not the best news for me at first, but I just want what’s best for you.” Margaret was just contemplating everything he’s saying. She’s speechless at the moment so Albert just resumed. He talked about the ordeal with Charles when they met eyes outside the mansion and how weird it felt to have him be the one to give the affirmation. Margaret has no parents left and no close relatives so Albert’s been her only family since college. “And now that you’re atypically non-articulatory; I think it’s the best time to also tell you something before something interrupts me again,” he resumed. And just like a conjurer—

“Not many families have more than one fighter at the peak of the true god status like the Cabello family. Even you people from the Woods family must only have one at most!” Fane was internally speechless when he heard that. He did not expect the Cabello family’s First Elder to be so powerful. It would be extremely difficult to get the tome from him.