I Ll Save A Decent Family Novels & Stories

i sat there and wondered what they meant by saving them they don’t need saving. As if i needed a sign i hear a crash and see two vampires fighting at the end of the street. and much like everyone else i headed that way. i realize how inferior we are when everyone else is at the fight and I’m left behind at full speed. One of the guards pick me up and we get there faster than if i just ran i thank him and he just nods and looks toward the fight. i look and see two handsome vampires in a bloody mess. i look at the guard, “are you going to stop them?” he looks at me like i grew a second head. He remembers I’m human and explains, “that is Kian and Klein the twins they are first in line for the c

"I just never realized it would cause such serious consequences for you!" Tears streamed down Chelsea's face as she continued, "Wyatt, I'm sorry. Won't you give me another chance? I've already gotten back at Patrick for you. "His family has been in a financial crisis these few years and only barely survived because of me. I pulled all the funds, so his family has gone bankrupt. They ended up much worse than I ever was. "Besides, Callie can't be without you either. She's been waking up crying in the middle of the night, asking for her dad. She's not doing well, and I couldn't take care of her properly, so my family sent her to boarding school—"

“If it wasn’t for my daughter, would you have been able to settle the internal trifle of the Alfonzo family so quickly? Now, the Alfonzo family has been peaceful, have you forgotten her contribution? Have you erased everything about her? You are ungrateful.” “Regardless of whether Stella helped Rican back then or not, so what if she did? After all these years, has the Alfonzo family not given the Kensley family enough benefits? Do we need to use the happiness of my son to exchange the Alfonzo family’s peace?” Lillian’s voice was indifferent. “My son doesn’t need to trade his happiness for anything. If the Kensley family has any objections, the Alfonzo family will fight to the end.” Lilian wa

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

AVA Days passed, and I poured myself into managing the family’s expenses. Despite the challenges and the hostile environment, I was determined to prove myself. Each day, I meticulously tracked expenses, filed reports, and ensured that every transaction was transparent. I hoped that through my work, I could earn Uncle John’s trust and perhaps soften the family’s disdain towards me. My husband, Liam, with his childlike demeanor, was my only solace. Though his mental state often made him seem distant from the complexities around us, his innocence and unwavering support provided me with a much-needed sense of normalcy.

In my past life, I threw myself in front of a truck to save my father. I ended up with both legs shattered beyond repair, permanently disabled. He looked down at me in my wheelchair. "You're nothing but an embarrassment to the Carrington name." Then he brought his mistress and her son into our home without a shred of shame. At the company gala, he replaced me with his illegitimate son. "We can't have people asking questions at the banquet. Brandon will go in your place. It's not like we're taking anything from you." My mother was framed by the mistress and died in a psychiatric facility. I was locked in a basement, cut off from water and medication, and left to rot. The mistress became

"And for what it's worth, I would ensure your family's financial security regardless of your answer today. That debt, that foreclosure, whatever else is threatening your family right now, I can resolve those problems without requiring anything from you in return. I don't want you walking away from this conversation believing your only path to saving your home runs through marrying me. That isn't the kind of choice I want you to make, and it certainly isn't the kind of marriage I'm hoping to build." Layla stared at him, something complicated moving behind her eyes. "You'd help my family. Even if I said no to everything else." "Yes." "Why would you do that?" "Because it's the right thing to do

However, she said that if I didn’t want to talk, that was fine too. I asked her, "Why did you save me from those men? Aren’t you afraid I really am the kind of monster everyone says I am?" Her face betrayed no expression. For a moment, she hesitated, then answered, "No matter what you’ve done—even if you broke the law—there are legal ways to punish you. What they tried to do was wrong. You shouldn’t have to suffer that kind of violence." She continued, "Your ex-husband already signed the divorce papers. Your parents have gone back to their normal lives, but you’re the only one still haunted by the past. That tells me… not all of this can be your fault."

I've just gotten back from a business trip when my wife, Lisa Irwin, steps onto the windowsill. She looks at me, tears streaming down her face, and whispers, "I'm so sorry, honey." Then she jumps in front of me. Our three-month-old daughter, Ariah Conner, lies silent in her crib. She's not breathing, and her skin has turned a deep purple. Beside her, our nanny, Aunt Caitlin, lies unconscious with blood pooling from a head wound. The police tell me Lisa was sexually assaulted before she died, and Ariah suffocated. The security cameras were down. There was no sign of forced entry. In a single day, my whole world shatters. Every clue points to a phantom who doesn't exist. I spend five

" I stared at her, stunned. Every time I thought this family had hit rock bottom, they found a way to sink even lower. Noticing my darkening expression, Lillian quickly added, "Don't worry, Harley. We're not suggesting she move in with us. Absolutely not."