First Family Novels & Stories

“Mya. Stop. You don’t have to explain yourself to us. Not anymore.” She blinked, startled by the simple finality in his tone. Casey leaned across the table, eyes shining with mischief. “You don’t get it yet, do you? You don’t owe him anything. Or anyone.” Mya frowned, confused. “What do you mean?” Cameron leaned in, his voice carrying both warmth and gravity. “We’re the Cross family, Mya. Billionaires. Our father built an empire, and we’ve carried it forward. Everything he left—the businesses, the properties, the legacy—it belongs to us. To all of us.”

Dad stumbled back and mumbled, his eyes hollow, "It can't be... She was always really healthy... how could she die... it was just a minor surgery..." While they were still engulfed in shock and panic… "Aah!" A loud scream pierced through the banquet hall. It was Mom. She was trying to get up, but her feet felt as heavy as lead and they awkwardly tripped over each other. She fell to the floor clumsily. "My legs! My legs!" she screamed in terror. She tried to stand, only to find her body as stiff as wood, her limbs completely unresponsive. The body coordination and muscle control she had always prided herself on had been completely reclaimed by the system!

" 'The First Alpha has woken up. And he wants his grandchildren.' " Who is the First Alpha, and what did he do to my father?

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.