Homegoing Family Tree Novels & Stories

She had been getting calls from her relatives, cousins, second cousins and so on, same story they all couldn't wait for her to come back home and they were glad she had finally decided to grow up, can you imagine that. "Knowing how you are I might even offer to drive you to the airport and wait till you board". "Dude".

**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 question arrived in a message from Lena on a Monday. Two families from the return list were ready to come back. The first: Adaeze and her husband, with their two children under ten. Adaeze's grandmother had been born on the Southern Reaches land and had left during the suppression as an infant. The family had been on Lena's watch list for two years—the first to formally express interest when the claim activated, patient through the entire legal process. The water infrastructure on the west side was now complete. Their housing unit had been finished three weeks ago and had been sitting ready.

“Alright, one more time. Let’s go through each piece of paper, but this time, just look for anything that seems out of place or strange. Okay?” I groaned, flipping the stack of papers over and started from the top. After I was done with a sheet, I handed it to my right. Five pairs of eyes on everything had to turn up something—if there was anything to find. The first page was my family tree. My eyes roamed over it for what felt like the hundredth time. Me and Orion were near the middle, with room below us for several more generations yet to come. Bruce Vance was listed as our father, even though now I knew he wasn’t my biological dad.

my mother’s family name. “What happened to your family?” He looks around as if expecting to see cousins who do not exist. “Are they still here?” “No Bash,” I sigh. “My mother was the last Monrovia.” I try to sound strong and brave but my heart hurts too much and I can even hear a touch of grief in my voice as I tell him about how my mother’s family fled their homeland looking for a safe haven after the rest of their family had died. My mother was my grandparent's only child, the last Monrovia. When she married my father and took his last name, the family name died with her. My middle name, Monrovia, is the only memory of what had once been a great family.

"How many?" "About 200,000-300,000. All of them are related in some way to the most powerful families in their countries of origin. And look at this," I pull out a few more documents, large ones that need to be unfolded and then overlapped. "Here are a few of the family trees. See how much they overlap. It's almost as if they are DRAWN to one another. Including Angelica and me." I show her my name on the Davis family line. About 7 generations back, Cordelia and I share an ancestor.

I tell him. Breayna and Byanca’s family is vast. I am not even sure I have met half of them. Shit, I am not sure how many of them are even related to the girls. I know the most immediate family members but that is about it. I saw a copy of their family tree because their one uncle is heavily into genealogy. Good god, that was the most confusing thing I had ever seen. It made my eyes cross. I knew that their uncle had traced the family back something like 500 years the last time I had talked to him. I know he was still tracing it back even further. “What’s up Nick?” I ask.

Reviewed by Pikasho Deka for Readers’ Favorite Coming Home by AM Sams follows the story of two neighboring families in Wyoming whose lives become intertwined under extraordinary circumstances. Cortland is one of the four Carter brothers overseeing the large Carter family ranch. He is determined to get back his family's mineral and water rights that his grandfather lost in a poker game to his neighbor, Mr. Mowery. Meanwhile, Mowery's granddaughter, Austin, is back in Wyoming, eager to rectify her family's mistakes and return the water rights of the original owners. When Cortland meets Austin, both feel an intense mutual attraction that develops into a full-blown love affair. But Cortland's tr

“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.”

He always tries to sneak in cookie dough into his mouth whenever he thinks she's not looking. But the few smiles and short worded replies he always produced were enough for Charlie, for now. Charlie's household is like a little family. Tristan, being the go-out-and-work probable husband. Blurin, the quite always-in-room brother of the family and Charlie? The work-from-home probable wife and housekeeper. Blurin didn't come down for breakfast. Tristan didn't go to work today seeing as it's his day off. Charlie has successfully upped her game. Miguel's advice keeps ringing at the back of her head.