Impossible Real Family Novels & Stories

"Don't call them family," Maverick said after a while, prompting Ciel to look at him. "Do not call them your family because they do not deserve that title. A family wouldn't do all the shitty things they did to you. Real parents would never use their child for their own convenience and for their own selfish desire. Real parents would never hurt their child and would protect them instead. Real parents would never treat their child like a useless thing just because of his second gender. So don't call their family. God, they don't even deserve to be called a mother and a father. Because everything they've done to you? All those shitty things? All of that is something a mother and a father would

She folded to the floor like something with no bones left. Isabella crumbled a moment later. Corey moved fastest, spinning and sprinting for the front door, but when he yanked it open, eight men in black were standing wall-to-wall across the entrance. The one in front grabbed him by the back of the neck and pressed his face against the threshold. "Where do you think you're going?" On the phone, Dad took a long, slow breath. When he spoke again, the rage was gone, replaced by something sadder. "Margaret. I told you this twenty years ago, so you remember what I said. The Connolly Group went from a company on the edge of collapse to a hundred-billion-dollar empire. You think that happened becau

"I need you to know that. Whatever this is — whatever is happening — I love my husband. That hasn't changed. That is not what this is." "I know," Kayden said. And he said it without bitterness, without the sharp edge of someone hearing something they didn't want to hear. He said it like he had always known it and had made his peace with it years ago. "I know you do." "Then you understand why this is—" "Impossible," he said. "Yeah. I understand that." He was quiet for a second. "That doesn't make it not real, Maya. The impossible part and the real part aren't the same thing. They can both be true."

For family that kept surviving impossible things. "We're remarkable," she said. Raising glass. "We're impossible. We're family that survives everything. Dimensional threats. Consciousness prisons. Exploitation. Cancer. All of it. We survive. We adapt. We grow. We become. That's who we are. That's what we do. That's what we'll always do." "To survival," everyone said. "To family," I added. "To love," Reaper finished. We drank. We celebrated. We lived.

Kaya Veronezzi bit onto that reason like a mad dog and demanded, "Besides the special effects, there's nothing unparalleled about the pieces here! If that's the case, my Zimon could open an unparalleled showcase every day!" "That's right, this level is truly disappointing! So, the Johnson family, with its hundreds of years of history, is only capable of this." "The White Family is truly declining, working with each other like this." Johnson Bart stepped onto the stage and received their sarcastic comments like a champion.

"Me too. Even though I definitely can't say that to him." We laugh, and I realize this is what family looks like—complicated, messy, real. And I wouldn't change it for anything.

If you hadn't been biased, I wouldn't have kept pretending to be sick! "Love us equally? You can dig Elena up and ask her if she thinks you would truly love us equally!" Mom and Dad sat on the ground, tears and snot streaming down their faces. They looked as if they had aged ten years overnight. Jonathan watched quietly, finding it all utterly absurd. He had actually tortured his wife to death for such a crazy, twisted family. He sighed, spoke with the police about what would follow, and stepped over the three of them to leave. Suddenly, a hand gripped his ankle tightly. Adriana's nails nearly pierced his flesh. "Jonathan, I just want to ask you one thing. Did you ever like me at all?"

he says to a maid who bows telling us to follow her. Ryan and I follow behind making our way into the huge castle, I take a look back to see my real family looking up at me from the bottom of the steps. My real family.

“If you can recall what I said in the journal, I told you there was once a time that I went back in time to locate the exact timeline my late son Schmidt, the elder brother of Jürgen died in a fatal automobile accident in Hamburg 15yrs ago. The timeline I projected was 1933 but that experience was the worse I had with the concept because it had almost cost me my life and not only had I woken up in a hospital after 15days in coma but the trance of time had taken me way below 1933 into the mid-19th century. The only reason I sit before you today is because when my memory from the 19th century started erasing the memory of the timeline of my present, my consciousness in the timeline of my prese

"No. Jacob Black is just a figment of the director's imagination, but Taylor Lautner, I suppose he could be a werewolf too, but I've never met him." "What about Edward Cullen and his family?" I asked again. "Are vampires real?" "Yes," Thiery nodded. "Vampires are real. My family has good relations with several vampire families." "Witches?" "Real. Ava is the last white witch of the Gardner family. Her family has been my family's advisor for generations." I frowned at the mention of Ava's name. No wonder Thiery was so close to her, and I guess I'd already considered her a witch before, given her annoying attitude.