It Runs In The Family Book Novels & Stories

“Don’t get me wrong I do but I’m worried. You are always indoors. You are growing up and you need to get out there, enjoy the world.” “I’m enjoying my world.” “What is your book all about?” “Crime fiction.” “Am I supposed to know about that?” “Ah dad. Where do I even start from?” Her father looked at her. “Ok just know that it’s about the most notorious family in Zambia.” “Notorious?” “Yes. The family is the most feared in the country. No one crosses their path. Whoever does, gets killed. On top of that, they have connections everywhere. The police cannot touch them. No one touches them.”

Now one thing was clear, Ellen wasn't his real mother. Two things puzzled one, it was either Ellen was impersonating his real mother, or she was his mother's sister. Either way, Ellen was being false and he was going to squarely deal with her when the time came. Then he opened another book labeled "The Chronicles." Strangely enough, he was the only one in his family whom his father had informed of this book. It contained a series of events that had happened for centuries. It was always passed down to successors in his family.

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

When my SAT results come in, I'm stunned to see a score of just 550, even though I've always been one of the top students in my class. For the first time, my parents pull me into a hug and gently reassure me. "It's okay. We'll pay for you to retake the SAT next time." Tears well up in my eyes as I promise them, "I'll get into a good college next time. I won't let you down." They prepare a lavish dinner, then send me off to bed with smiles. Late that night, I hear laughter coming from my parents' room. A beat later, I hear the voice of my little sister, Olivia Clark, drifting through the crack in the door. "Mom, Dad, you're amazing! I'll be headed to a top college soon!"

On Thanksgiving, after I got off work, my younger brother, Nate Anderson, left an update in our family group chat about having moved to a different address. I had to take five different public transport connections before I finally reached the location he had sent me. However, when I arrived, I found that I was in a deserted area. Nate sounded smug over the phone. “Got you! My prank was successful! The last bus has left. What’re you going to do now?” I was dumbfounded, but my parents were laughing. “Why did you believe such an obvious lie? Who did you inherit your dumbness from?” “We’re having our Thanksgiving dinner soon. You can walk home.” My girlfriend, Gwen Smith, was chuc

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According to the Moretti family's rules, my twin sister Chloe and I were supposed to inherit our grandmother's trust when we turned eighteen. But the night before the trust was unlocked, my mother came to us with red-rimmed eyes and told us the family was three million dollars in debt. We needed to pay it off immediately. My fiancé Damian held my hand and moved our wedding date up to the end of the year. He promised we'd face it together. That night, Chloe and I both signed the waiver. Three days later, I got my Harvard acceptance letter with a full scholarship. I rushed home early to share the news—and walked straight into the living room projector still running. On the screen was a g

My half-brother, Jim Sullivan, pushed me down a snowy mountain, leaving me with a fractured spine. My mom, Doris Moore, and my wife, Julia Stone, rushed me to the hospital in a panic. Later, they learned that I might be permanently paralyzed. To put my mind at ease, Julia held up a ring and swore that she would take care of me for the rest of my life. Mom also cut ties with Jim, saying she would make him pay for what he had done. They told me Jim fell off a cliff while trying to escape, and they never found his body. I believed them. That was until three years into my marriage, a friend sent me a video. In the footage, Jim, who was supposed to be dead, was holding a child in his left

The system's cold mechanical voice responded, "Because you insisted on staying in this world, causing our system that drives the plot in this world to collapse. We just want everything to return to the original state." I once again sighed at the system's merciless nature. It was willing to do anything to achieve its goals. When Carrie fell down the stairs, my family believed I pushed her. When I ate the cake she threw away, my family believed I snatched it from her. They even believed the reason she developed a heart condition was that I constantly bullied her. All these "truths" were fabricated memories implanted by the system into the minds of my father, mother, and brother. Her heart dise

"Don't think too much about it. No matter what happens between Rita and me, it has nothing to do with the Hans family. Besides, I won't let Rita be the daughter-in-law of the Han family. Is it normal for there to be one more person inside? The Hans family looks glamorous. Don't you know how many dirty things there are in it?" "How dare you!" Mr. Hans blushed with anger. "There are some dirty things in every big family. I don't believe that the Ye family doesn't have them! As the son of a big family, what you want to think about from childhood to adulthood is not these dirty things, but how to deal with them. This is what the head of the family should do." "I'm not interested in the head of t