Keluarga Tak Kasat Mata Part 13 Novels & Stories

After being scolded, the three of them lowered their heads in silence. I couldn’t help but chuckle. When it came to cutting words, no one could beat Lucy. Her tongue was like a blade dipped in poison. Seeing they had come, Lucy patted the dust off her clothes and got up to leave. My family laid the food in front of my tombstone and began talking to me. Mom had cried herself blind. My parents were hunched over, their bodies frail and trembling.

When we arrived outside the house, the divorce attorney was already there with drafted divorce papers. With the front door open, we crowded into the small house. While Keith was shocked, Whitney, who was cradling the baby, was startled by the commotion. “What are you doing, Naomi? What’s the meaning of this?” As always, Whitney grilled me. Judging by the look on her face, she had no idea that I knew the family’s dirty little secret. “What’s this, babe?” Keith’s quiet charm made me sick to my stomach. At least, we would have nothing to do with each other after today. I closed my eyes.

“Family’s going to be home any minute. Better clean up… unless you want my brother to see what a filthy cumdump his little sister really is.” *End of Collection

"A good wife brings prosperity to generations. A wicked one ruins an entire family. Choose wisely." As the night deepened, the family gathered to keep vigil beside the caskets. Kelly, unwelcome among them, shrank into a corner, her presence tolerated but barely acknowledged. I found her there later. "Zarrick's finished," I told her softly. "And when I leave him, I'll make sure he walks away with nothing. If you're willing to stay with him then, when he's broke and ruined, then maybe—just maybe—I'll believe your love is real."

Chapter 21: The Family (Part-1) There was nothing more important than a family. They were the people who wanted to be part of your life and the one who accepted you for who you are. However, thirteen years ago, when Engram was a seven, he learned the truth that his family was far from perfect. His mother was a mistress that mysteriously died from an unfortunate accident; his stepmother despised him and never wanted to see his face; her stepsister thought him just like a parasite and never wanted to play with him, and his father only to talk to him when he was needed.

At some point the family channel switched itself on in the other room. I heard the announcer say Leo DeLuca had completed his private evaluation successfully, and that Dante Moretti had stayed at his side the entire time and secured emergency medication when it mattered. I shut it off. Vivian's courier arrived forty minutes later. The injection steadied Nico's breathing within minutes. He stayed in my arms, pale and quiet, until he finally looked up at me. "Did Dad say no?" I did not answer. He already understood. "Then let's go," he said. "I don't want to wait anymore."

FamilyPride: Figured a wealthy family’s group chat would have a fancier name than this. PlumBlossomBranch: Richard, sweetie, how could you forget your own brother when you’re inviting people? Mom’s adding him for you, pay better attention next time. PlumBlossomBranch added LoveAcrossLightYears to the group Nora nearly choked laughing in the passenger seat at that last name. She didn’t need an introduction, this was clearly Vivian’s family. Gambler father, meek mother, deadbeat brother. She just hadn’t expected Vivian’s mother to have this much nerve around Richard.

Because they all understood the same thing. They hadn't reached the end of the mystery. They had only uncovered the first layer. The Gate. The Key. The Archivist. The monastery. Those were never the full story. They were only the beginning. Somewhere beyond the monastery existed thirteen families connected to the conspiracy. Thirteen families connected to the Key. And possibly....... to Zevarion's mother's murder. Elyra slowly looked toward Zevarion. He was staring at the Gate. At the place where his mother's voice had disappeared.

A sleepy little boy wandered out and ran straight to him, all clingy. "Daddy, I wanna see my sister! Mommy said she's making potato salad and baked ribs tonight. She can't break her promise!" I stared at the kid. He looked just like Talia. All those late nights—I thought she was grinding for her career. Turns out, she was running a whole other family. And me? I'd never even had a single meal she cooked. On the table sat a fresh family photo—four of them. Talia in Danny's arms, their son beside them, their newborn in hers.

It was relentless, lasting days until warriors came from the neighbouring towns, tipping the scales just enough to grant the Blood Moon Pack victory, if you could call it that. I exhaled sharply, feeling frustrated as I went back over images I’d already looked at, trying to find anything I’d missed, when I spotted him. It was a picture of a family of three outside of their burnt down home, and whilst it was a heartbreaking scene, it wasn’t them I was looking at. In the background, barely visible with the grainy image quality, was a middle-aged man partially hidden behind a car. It looked as though he had light coloured hair, blue or green eyes, completely ordinary really…he actually appeared