Ill Save This Damn Family Novels & Stories

My parents made me submit a written request to the family accountant for any expense over five dollars. They said it would keep me from becoming vain. On the day of the car accident, I sat in the ER, struggling to stay still through the pain. I charged $200 for emergency treatment to the card linked to my father's account. The bandage was barely on when my parents called to tear into me. "Who said you could steal from this family? The Bennett family has rules, and they do not include feeding parasites who bleed us dry!" They froze every card I had on the spot. The hospital discharged me because I couldn't pay for further observation. So I walked. More than ten miles back to the Bennett estat

My family. We got into the police car. Derek was still yelling from the doorway. I turned and looked back at him one last time. “I’m never going back to you,” I said quietly. “Not ever.” Then I turned to the three men who had saved my life and my heart. “You ready?” I asked. Marcus smiled, small and real. “We’re ready. All of us. Forever.” Damien leaned in and whispered, “And we’re burning everything down for you.” Lucas just nodded and said, “Our family.”

I will bring hell down on you and your fucking family if you don't give me my mate back! "Well then I guess you're going to have to bring it then because I am not giving my family back to a piece of shit like you. Just so you can hurt him, abuse him and treat him like shit some more. You're fucking out of your mind! This conversation's over, go fuck yourself!"

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.

Close enough that my voice didn’t need to be loud. “Why the fuck would I do that” I let out a dry laugh “You are okay watching us get spoken down on and dragged through social media?” Jimmy asked “You don’t care that I’m alive! You care that you look bad?” “We are your family at the end of the day, fix it immediately and stop acting a fool” My mother’s face hardened “No we aren’t” I shook my head and for a second none of them spoke “I was never family” I added “Here comes the drama” Jimmy rolled his eyes

In the interrogation room, the suspect's voice grew more vicious and impatient: "Fuck, nobody paid up. I wasn't gonna work for free, and still have to cover the damn rental costs, was I? So I figured it was her own damn luck, had to send her to her grave. Tsk, that look in her eyes before she died... muttering some 'brother save me'... 'father save me'... what fucking bad luck! Annoying the hell out of me!" "Brother save me"... "Father save me"... These words were like a red-hot brand seared onto Damine's soul! He could see his sister in her final moments, those desperate, tear-filled eyes, still calling out fruitlessly to the family she had once trusted most! "Animal! I'll kill you!!" Three

I said at last, my voice stripped of all warmth, “your husband died loyal to this family. He was a good man.” She froze at the mention of his name. “And you’ve been hiding behind his sacrifice to manipulate, to lie, to destroy someone else’s life.” I straightened. “Effective immediately, all support the family has been giving you is terminated. This house will be reclaimed. Your actions will be reported to the family council. What happens next is no longer my concern.” I turned away. I didn’t look back. The regret nearly crushed me—but beneath it grew something worse. A manic, obsessive certainty.

“I have feelings. I have a heart. And it’s affected by every single demeaning word you throw at me.” They shout back. Both of them. Over each other. At me. At the mess. “Oh I'm the disgrace to the family huh? You wanna play that game?” I laugh, wild and ugly. “Fine. Since we're finally talking in this family you should know I hate you. I hate you both. I hate this fucking dysfunctional family.” My dad steps forward. “Watch your mouth.”

Kasey cried out in shock, and Connor instinctively shielded her. Noah was drenched in grease and shouted, "Mom, what are you doing? Why are you being so difficult? If I had known, I never would've left Faith with you. You've ruined her! You can't even compare to Dad. I don't know why he ever married you!" I sucked in a deep breath. "You're right. I won't take care of Faith anymore. Let her generous grandparents do it instead!" I stormed out of the room and pointed at Connor. "He can pay today's bill. It's over 7,000. Let him cover it."

"A good wife brings prosperity to generations. A wicked one ruins an entire family. Choose wisely." As the night deepened, the family gathered to keep vigil beside the caskets. Kelly, unwelcome among them, shrank into a corner, her presence tolerated but barely acknowledged. I found her there later. "Zarrick's finished," I told her softly. "And when I leave him, I'll make sure he walks away with nothing. If you're willing to stay with him then, when he's broke and ruined, then maybe—just maybe—I'll believe your love is real."