Found Family Novels & Stories

“How could this happen?” Ben’s eyes turned bloodshot. He didn’t say a word. He just put his helmet back on. I was still trapped in the dream. My memories were muddy and tangled, like the floodwaters that used to overflow through our town. The river always flooded, spreading everywhere, just like the pain that never seemed to stop. Then one day, when the waters rose again, my real family finally found me. County officials came in person. Volunteers from a charity organization came too. For the first time, I thought I was finally going home.

Didn't remember who I was, where I came from, or who my family was. I was taken to an orphanage and grew up there without knowing my true identity. Meanwhile, my siblings who survived the accident kept searching for me for years. They never gave up. Until finally, a few months ago, they found me through DNA testing done randomly in the national database. My tears flowed again, not from sadness. But from relief. I had a family. I wasn't alone. All this time I had always thought I had no one in this world. That I had to struggle alone. That no one cared about me.

First it was wait for four months, then that dropped down to two weeks, and now I sit on the plane just hours from home. (It has been really hard and depressing, ever since I lost my best buddy in this damn war. Cole Hunt, was my best friend and like another brother of mine. I really miss him, and still can't believe that day I could have been dead as well. I was suppose to ride in the lead vehicle with Cole, but it ended up being full. So I ended up riding in the second vehicle. The first vehicle had just crossed over the final check point of our routine patrol, when they ran over a hidden IUD. There were no survivors.) You see a few years ago I found my real family, and they told me my fam

“Take him to my mansion. Call the personal doctor. I want him alive.” “Yes, sir.” He moved swiftly, lifting the broken man into his car and driving away. Janet watched silently, her brow furrowed. “What’s the plan now, brother?” she finally asked, her voice unusually soft. I exhaled sharply, gripping the wheel. “We’re paying a visit to the family who claimed this man’s son killed their daughter. We need the truth.” “And how do we find this mysterious family?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Already done. My guards tracked them down,” I said with a smirk.

“I don’t know where they are, but once I begin my search, I’ll at least get some clues of some sort. I don’t like the fact that nobody knows where they are, and they haven’t even tried to reach out to me. It scares the life out of me. I’m worried for them. I don’t want to lose them. They’re the only family I have right now.” Declan’s ears perked up at this. He looked at me as though I were a genuinely curious object. “I’m your family,” he said in a way that reminded me of wolf cubs. But I quickly remembered exactly who he was. Alpha Declan Dawson was not a man that reminded you of cute wolf cubs. “You’re my family, and you’re always going to be. But these were my family before I became your

"My daughter... my Jasmine... I'm sorry... I've done you wrong..." The investigation report also made its way to my mother and my brother. My mother fainted from crying in the rehabilitation room. When she woke up, she used all her strength to smash everything in the room into pieces. My brother, in his ward, picked up a fruit knife and repeatedly slashed at his own wrist. If the nurse hadn’t discovered him in time, he would have bled to death. My father used the last of his connections to bail himself out. My mother and my brother also escaped from the rehabilitation center and the hospital respectively.

When I felt completely empty, I bent down, kissing the headstone, and then got up and went towards Bea and Connor, who patiently awaited me. That morning I woke up in Austin’s bed with Bea. When I came down for breakfast, I found the letter with the DNA test results, I opened it with my hands trembling, and Bea and Connor watched me carefully while I read it. I hadn’t even finished reading everything when my eyes fogged, and tears covered my face. Connor wrapped me in his arms and rocked me. After seventeen years in solitude, I had found my family, I had found my mom and my dad, I had never been abandoned, I had never been an unwanted daughter, they loved me, and for the first time in my li

We don’t need to be blood to be family. I was found by Paityn and her family while they were packing up from their camping trip. All I have ever found out about it was that they found me wandering in the forest near their campsite with blood on me, looking like I have been walking for days without food or water. I was maybe four or five years old at the time. Honestly, I’m lucky to still be alive and I didn’t get eaten by a wild animal. Either due to my young age or because it was a traumatic experience, I don’t remember anything. There were reports, flyers, and plenty of news out there about a young missing child, but no one ever came forward. The blood on me turned out to not be human. At

He tells me that as soon as he heard the news, he didn’t waste a second—he started the search immediately, gathering everything he could, using every resource at his disposal. He tells me that my family is also out there, searching, doing everything in their power to find me. The thought of them, of my father, Neal, Nathan, all of them working tirelessly to bring me home, fills me with a warmth that pushes away the last remnants of fear. I can’t stop the tears now, but they’re tears of relief, of joy. I’m going home. I’m going to see my family again. The nightmare is over. Adam came for me, just like I hoped he would. And now, finally, I can leave this island behind and return to the life I

I was befuddled. “You said you have no family left, right?” I slowly nodded. “I found one of your relatives, Dahlia.” itsclarixass