It Runs In The Family Book の小説・ストーリー

Since he had made a provocative move, he had to be prepared to pay the price. On this point, these ancient families were the most well-behaved. The Washington Family allowed Jason to read all the books in the the Book Collection Pavilion, and the rest of the ancient families also sent their collected books to Jason one after another. Only Dennis, who was importunate, had no intention of showing his attitude at all after taking the opportunity to sneak an attack on him.

“The Sinclair family is the most powerful and wealthiest family of all time. I tried many times to gain access into their property but I always failed. I tried to act as a maid, but I was never hired. I tried to sneak into the house but was thrown out. I tried to use magic against them but it never worked either, they were protected against every spell I threw at them and all that because of the book of shadows that they hold in possession. That book is every witch’s and hunter’s dream, it provides a great amount of knowledge and unusual spells. I can’t deny my happiness and relief that the Sinclair’s have this book and protecting it from every low life witch and greedy hunter. But, I need t

The Vane family's collapse continued. Ever since Dante's meltdown that night, the Vane Enterprises stock had plummeted twice in three days. The Rossi family pulling their investments was the first domino, triggering a chain reaction. Banks started calling in loans, and partners were cutting ties. The Vane couple seemed to have aged ten years overnight. They tried reaching out to Elara, but it was like shouting into the void. And the most panicked person in the mansion was Serena. Her parents and brother had suddenly turned on her, leaving her no choice but to run to Dante.

With all this space, how did he manage to trip over my foot? Just as my mom and sister were about to pile on with their accusations, my dad slammed his fork onto the table with a deafening crack. The previously noisy private room fell instantly silent. The reason was simple: this household was still run by my dad, and no one dared challenge his authority—at least, not yet. As for Chloe's family business, it depended on my dad's company to survive and grow.

With every glide through the pages, the musty scent of the age-long book wafted into her nose. As Isolde read the contents about the Three Great Families, something warmed inside her. The story about the two families that helped the Throne family unite the two clans of Bloomington sounded familiar to her. The more Isolde flipped through the pages of the book, her mind warred with blurry images. The distinct noises she usually heard when she was around Edrand filled her ears again. The clash of swords, the spurting of blood over walls, the clomping of feet.

"A baby brother?" "Yes, sweetie," I whispered as I leaned closer. "You, me, your daddy, and your new little brother are going to be a perfect family. You won't ever need to think about her again." Kenny looked down at his book. Only then did I notice that he was reading a book about families. The page he was on read: "A family comprises a father, a mother, and their children." I patted his cheek. “If you miss your mum so much, you can call me mummy.”

Like most parents, they saved the worst for last. “I’m sorry son, but our family line is cursed. One member from our bloodline will be fated to human female, but worst of it is that family member would have to share his mate with another species.” I can still hear them tell me, and I can still feel my heart sink more and more as time passes. I was so worried it would be me it happened to this time, because come on let’s face it, bad shit always happens to me since birth. I’m broken and damaged I gotta start being cold or I am going to lose my damn mind. So, I went to Alaric and our parents to ask for help with my paranoia.

“Thank you. This is my first time here. I would like some help.” The guy nodded with a smiled. “Of course. That’s my job. What kind of books are you looking for?” “Uhh… Family history?” Jai said. “Do you mean the Ten Guardian Clans or other family history?” “Uhh… Other family history. It’s not the guardian clans. Just, umm, could there possibly books that tells you the family tree of uhh, all the families or, well, relatives…” The guy chuckled softly. “I never thought someone would be interested in other families’ history. We do have books like that which tells about famous people and their famous relatives, they’re in the back section, in History, and isle number—”

It is my story, but it is also every story of chosen family, of blended lives, of love that refuses to be bound by blood or convention. She stopped, read the words back, and felt a shiver run down her spine. This was it. This was the book. In the nursery, Gracie stirred, a soft murmur of infant dreaming. In her room across the hall, Emma slept surrounded by dinosaurs and fairy lights. In the living room, Marcus scrolled through his phone, waiting for her to come to bed. This was her family. This was her story. And soon, it would be a book.