First Family Novels & Stories

It's the first day of senior high school so I woke up and prepared early. I was chosen to be the speaker for the opening assembly. I enjoyed being around with people. When I was little, my father will always bring me to parties, events and meetings. I am an only child and the only heir to the Wilson Empire. Our family is the richest clan in the country and the second richest in the US and Europe.

N's Empire, wherein the mansions of prominent families reside and one of them was the family who ranked first of the wealthiest in City N. The Jin Family. To be continued.

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.

"I'm happy to know that he believes in me." In that moment, Malakai gently turned Amani to face him, his eyes filled with reassurance. "We both believe in you, Amani." Amani wished she could share the same sentiment, but deep down, uncertainty plagued her. Throughout her life, she had grappled with self-doubt. When her father had finally revealed her status as an Alpha and the weighty responsibilities that came with it, she had never felt truly capable. She was the first female Alpha to ever be born, and the reality of that revelation had weighed heavily on her shoulders for years.

**Homecoming** The familiar scent of home—the faint aroma of Claire’s lavender candles, the comforting smell of old wood, and the lingering hint of last night’s rain—filled the air as the Hayes family finally stepped through their front door. Despite the exhaustion from the relentless chase and the constant threat looming over them, the warmth of their home brought a fleeting sense of safety. For the first time in what felt like ages, they were back where they belonged. But the sanctuary of their home was tempered by the reality of the battles still ahead.

The symbol of the Banished Tribe stared back at me like a silent guardian. But I pushed past it and opened the first journal. The first line read: “My family.”

As far as family goes, they’re all I have… and Tyler doesn’t know anyone else. The thought hits me out of nowhere. They’re my family—but is Tyler part of it now, just because we’re married? Even though the marriage wasn’t planned and I’m only staying here for three months? What do I even call him that doesn't sound strange? He’s my husband… but is he a part of my family? This wasn’t supposed to be so complicated. When I reach my room, I unlock my phone. Several missed calls from my uncle and aunt. Two messages from Max. One from Vanessa. A few emails—definitely work-related—so I ignore them.

I hope my roommate is good since I might need her help in unpacking, thanks to my loads of belongings. Before leaving, they all hugged me. "Honey, please take care okay? You are going to be away from us for the first time. Be careful of what you do and your actions. Whenever you need anything, call us anytime. We will come. Don't do anything that you will regret. Be careful and stay safe. I love you." Mamma said, tearfully. It must be hard for her too since it was the first time. I didn't want to tear up, for the vulnerability was something I hated to even be on its edge.

“And for a town in the twenty-first century, bullying doesn't seem to bother anyone.” “It bothered me, didn't it?” Mrs Haughter said as she began to tell why people were in constant fear. She explained to me that there was an agency called ‘ANTI’ that had been set up by the most secret part of the government globally and it was very much aware that Supernaturals existed. “What does ANTI stand for?” I demanded, slowly taking in all she told me. It kind of bothered that my Mum hadn't ever thought of telling me about all these. Now it made sense to me why she had told me that our powers could never be used...not like I could use it even if I wanted to.

As she stepped into the council chamber, the heavy door groaning shut behind her, a deep, resonant voice suddenly broke through the murmurs of the gathered crowd. "Lane... child. Come here." Lane stopped in her tracks, her breath hitching. She turned toward the elevated seating of the guest elders, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of an elderly man with a crown of thick silver hair and a deeply lined, authoritative face. It was Elder Raymond. To Lane, he was the closest thing she had left to a grandfather. He was the son of her great-grandfather—a legendary branch of the Conlay family that had migrated decades ago to establish their own territory. Under his brilliant leadership, th