First Family Novels & Stories

I ask suddenly, my chest thudding. The guard clears his throat, almost sheepishly. “Just as he wrote in the note, ma’am. The place where you first said yes. The New York villa.” The villa. Our first home. Where it all began. “I’ll fly there,” I say firmly. “Quick, pack her things!” Mama Rita orders the maids. But I shake my head, wiping my cheeks. “No. I don’t need much. Just my phone. Just this note.”

Mom froze and gently patted my shoulder. "What nonsense are you talking about? How could you not need them? Sure, Jonathan is wealthy, but you can't look down on the Lane family's assets!" I stared at my anxious parents in a daze. Never in my life had they shown me such concern. Just because my birth had taken time and caused Adriana to be born weak, I owed her my entire life. During our birthdays when we were still kids, Mom and Dad would surround her in the middle, singing her a birthday song. Only after they put her to sleep would they remember to wish me a happy birthday.

Leonard's father gave a deeper, approving nod, his scrutiny softening into respect. Mr. Garfield’s response was a study in controlled formality. "Good morning, Valerie. Are you back?" "Yes, Father," she answered. While navigating the parlor to find a seat, Mr. Garfield faced his friends. "Meet Valerie. My son's wife," he announced, his voice laced with both pride and fulfillment. All eyes were on her again. Now officially introduced as the first lady of the family, she composed herself with a graceful smile. "It's nice to meet you, Valerie," they said, one after the other.

“Only because you showed me it was possible.” Daniil caught my gaze, his eyes dark and steady. “We’ve all grown,” he said. “And we will continue to grow—together. Family first, Camila. That’s the rule now.” I swallowed hard. Family first. The words felt revolutionary. We had all been fighting wars, some literal, some in the heart and now, for the first time, I felt like we were fighting for each other, not against fate or enemies.

Jean was the first one to recover from her head injury. It was minor compared to what happened to Alex. His condition was worse. Far worse in such a way that eveyone had lost hope but she still stood firm and refused to accept that one day she would have to wake up and find him dead. I was difficult to accept that their love story would end like this. Something in her told her not to give up yet. And the very same thing kept her going A whole week passed yet he still was unconscious. Life was at a stand still for everyone except for Jeans uncle who had to take care of the businesses.

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

"Why you?! You're too young and inexperienced!! We will not entrust the future of this organization, Anderson Evans, the patriarch of the Third Family, shouted standing from his seat. “Andrew, what’s the meaning of this?! The head of the second family, Percy Evans also joined Percy. His Uncle Andrew, who was sitting beside Troy stood up, “ Everyone, you heard it right. My nephew, Terrence Vaughn Evans will now be the head of the First Family from now on. Anyone who will disagree with this decision will never leave this mansion alive tonight.” The guests and the members of the five families got tense. They started whispering to each other again while others ale

But I’m not ready to be this close to him right now. Especially when I keep thinking about Miles. The meeting begins, revealing my adoptive father and several more of my other family members. I glower when I see Thea among them. These calls aren’t unusual. Father likes to take charge of everything, ever worried about preserving his legacy. “Senator Hamilton is retiring by the end of the year,” Father says. I don’t bother asking how he knows that. “The father or the son?” asks one of my uncles. “The son is a Representative, not a Senator,” Father continues.

The first few months as a family of five were chaotic, exhausting, and wonderful. And they were just the beginning of a big, happy life.

All 'First Level' members are fully supporting their parents. "My son, Paul is a 1st level member", Sandy offered. "You mean you are both first level members?" I inquired. "No Kathy, it does not work that way. Only sons and daughters can be 1st level members. You see I raised Paul as a single mom. Now he is supporting me. Of course, I live with Paul and he provides for all my needs. Most of the young people you see here are doing the same for their parent's. I just nodded as she continued.