Ill Save This Damn Family Novels & Stories

"And then?" "The servant heard everything from the corridor. Madam Sera and Mr. Jorge quarreled at Madam Elsie's bedside, and Leovan swore he would bring Valena home, even if he had to search to the ends of the earth." Rafael paused. "That family is falling apart, Sean." "I understand." "What are you going to do?" "I don't know yet." The line went dead. Sean slowly lowered his phone, and only then did he realize something that made the blood seem to stop in his veins.

"Elise has only just been found. She has suffered enough outside the pack. It's just— it's too soon, Sol. We can't send her away now please. Do this for us, okay? I- I'll be waiting when you get out." "You've had us all to yourself, Sol, for years now, while Elise has had nothing. You lived the life she should have… can't you just do this too? As a little payback?" A simple request, but in reality, it was my family. Asking for payment for the love they'd showered on me for years. Elise pushed my mate’s younger brother, Jamal down the stairs. The wound was so severe, he fell into a coma instantly. Later entering a vegetative state. Unable to speak or tell the truth of what really happened.

"Please. If this wedding doesn't happen, we lose everything. Your grandfather's company, everything he built will be gone. We'll be bankrupt within six months. Our family will be destroyed." "That's not my fault!" Tears were burning my eyes. "Sophia did this! She's the one who ran! Why should I have to fix her mess?" "Because you're family." Mom's voice was steel now. "Because this is what family does. They sacrifice for each other." "Sophia didn't sacrifice for anyone!" "Sophia is gone." Dad moved toward me, his face desperate. "But you're here. You can save us, Eve. You're the only one who can save us."

I was a real estate agent. My mother, Jenna Bennett, approached me privately and asked me to sell her property. "Your dad is having a hard time with his business. I want to help him out." The property had been left to Mom by my grandmother, Renna Patterson, so she'd always have a small refuge of her own, a place where she could feel safe and secure. Now, for my father's sake, Mom was selling that refuge at a bargain price. It didn't take long for a buyer to contact me. The woman asked, "Hi, could you hold the property for me until next week? I'd like my partner to give it to me for my birthday." I caught sight of a photo of her and her "partner" on her phone screen, and froze. It was

I score 700 points, while my twin, Terence Hawkins, scores 200 points when our college entrance exam results are released. A team of staff members from Laville University's admissions office appears on our doorstep that night. Enthusiasm sparkles in their eyes as they look between Terence and me and ask, "Excuse me, which one of you is Marcus Hawkins, the student who scored 700 points?" I'm just about to step forward and speak when my sister, Jillian Hawkins, grabs my hand and yanks me back. She pushes Terence forward and says, "It's him. He's Marcus Hawkins." I'm stunned. Terence steps forward and says, "Nice to meet you. I'm the one who scored 700 points." The staff members gather arou

And what else could it be? "Maze." I was about to leave but then she held my hand firmly and I can feel her hand trembling so I looked at her worriedly. "I'm trying to revive this family. Can't you at least let me?" She said and I felt a pang of quilt as well as a stab on my chest when I saw her tears tolling down her cheeks. But I know for a fact that reviving this family is hopeless. Her efforts will die in futility. "This family is over, Mom. Can't you see?!" I can't help but to show her how frustrated I am. "He doesn't care about us!" I hissed. Totally enraged by the fact that my Mom is acting blind and dumb just to save this fucking family!

“I hear you.” “No, you fucking don’t! As always, you don’t hear me! You don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself, Cain. How can you care so little?” “I care!” I exclaimed, but then I started laughing, knowing we both understood it wasn’t true. “You’re a fucking mess. I don’t see how you can be part of this family when you don’t even care about that.” “That’s not true!” I insisted. “But it is. You can’t be here if you’re going to ruin us all.”

We played a game of 'Guess the Person' during my son's birthday party, and when my seven-year-old son, Micah Grant, picked a card, he said, "This person is very old, ugly, and has a bad temper." My husband, Emery Grant, gave this some thought and added, "This person is also possessive, and it's suffocating to be with this person." My mother-in-law nodded. "This person is unpresentable and always ruins the mood." I kept trying to guess who it could be. "Is it a villain from a television show? Or an annoying relative from someone's family?" Micah burst out laughing and shouted the answer, "Mom is so stupid! We were describing you!" Everyone laughed, and I was the first person eliminated f

Bailey said as she nodded to the other woman, “Sorry, mom, dad, and Dave, but this is between Max and me. We will figure out what works well for us.” “And how it will work for us.” Max chimed in. “Your idea of a happy, wholesome family with all the members just accepting this is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Did you not think that your actions would ever be called out?” “What are you getting at?” Dave asked.

For the family we're building in the wreckage. Even if it costs everything. Even if Julian's right and I'm destroying them. Even if staying is the selfish choice. I'll stay. Because families don't quit when things get hard. Ivy taught me that. And I'm not about to prove her wrong.