Impossible Real Family Novels & Stories

Nora said. Now that things had come to this point, there were no other rescue measures. The man in black sighed heavily and said, "So be it! Be more careful recently and try not to expose any flaws, so as not to implicate my boss." The Carlson family was also one of the four major families in Imperium. They were not easy to deal with. "I will!" Nora said.

I question no longer interested in living. "You're going to keep asking me why I'm questioning you right? Aren't you quite a pain in the ass to help? Anyways, a good for thought before I leave. Things will fall apart if you don't correct it. And that starts with finding your real family." My head feels like it's splitting into two and I bite my tongue. "What do you mean 'Real Family?' my family is back at their pack." I state finding a need to disclaim whatever it is she was saying.

His insecurity was indeed evident. Sometimes we can't really accept what we truly are and hence we start believing something really false and absurd. Just like Michael couldn't have faith in him, many people go through the same. "What about your friendship with Jordan and Luis? You are friends from childhood right?" He nodded as I started.

It was impossible! It was absurd! He refused to believe what they had done to him, it was unheard of, a twinge of pain struck in his chest, those fuckers couldn't call themselves family. They were being unfair. He had his gaze straight ahead he seemed to take it all in, in reality, he wasn't seeing anything specific. Because he refused to break those images that sprouted in his memory like a projected screen, he found himself in the yard of his old house he saw his parents laughing, he saw them hugging him, them playing in the snow, he blinked repeatedly refusing to lose that memory.

She was truly magnificent and her healing powers were unparalleled. I am the odd one out because I wasn't born with any powers. At all. In fact, I am apparently the first person in my family in over three hundred years to be born without even a hint of powers. Both sides of my family are long lines of supernaturals and I am just, well, me. Nothing special about me. The only power I have is invisibility.

It sounded more like I was about to cry. I slowly looked around the room. My eyes stopped on Aunt Sonia first. She didn't look sorry at all. Then I looked at Kendra. She looked happy, like she had won. I shook my head and looked back at Uncle Felix. "Look around, Uncle," I said quietly. "Does this really look like a family to you? Because this is not what a real family should be. A real family is supposed to love and support each other, not hurt each other like this."

"I've been chasing a fantasy. The perfect family, the perfect love, the perfect future where everyone's happy and no one's hurt. But that's not real. That's never been real." Kaelan watched her, his eyes intent. "What is real?" "You." Her voice cracked. "Me. This impossible thing between us that I can't explain or control or walk away from. Liam, broken but still here. Althea, giving up everything and asking nothing in return. All of us, surviving together in ways that don't make sense but feel true." She crossed to him, close enough to touch, close enough to feel the heat of him. "I don't know if what we have is healthy. I don't know if it's right. I don't know if it can last." She reached

"You're my family." All the confusion melts "Yeah, baby," Her voice softens. "We're blood." Since I found out wolf people are real, I've handled it. Because deep down I cling to the old reality where humans turning into wolves are impossible. Magic is impossible. This whole shit is impossible. Having a family has always been my real fairytale. More unbelievable than anything else. I stare at her through blurry eyes. "I've never had a family." The confession leaves me before I can stop it.

“This ends here. Don’t bring it up again, and don’t go near the Lowe family.” “Okay. I understand.” I pulled my arm free. “I’ll not mention it again, and I’ll stay away. Are you happy now?” She stared at her empty hand as if she had just lost something important. She seemed lost for a moment. She did not know that I, too, had been reborn. In this life, I would not step through that door again. I would not become the Lowe family’s son. And I simply refused to be her husband ever again.

Then I threw a fit. My family knew I wasn’t the type to settle down, especially not with some power-hungry heiress who saw me as a trophy...a wallet, a name, and nothing more. But Grandfather insisted. He said it was the only way he’d agree to real psychiatric treatment. It was the first time in years he spoke to me so clearly...without confusing names or forgetting where he was. He told me he made a promise over fifteen years ago to the Campbells. A union. A merging of families.