Modern Family Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Oh, you shouldn’t have, Auntie. We weren’t close back then, and we don’t need to suddenly start doing that now. I have, after all, gotten used to the idea of being all alone. Granny is living pretty nicely with me here, and since you're reluctant to take care of her, I’ll gladly do so in your stead, which means she’s not related to you anymore. “I guess I should say thank you for your sacrifice all these years, Auntie. You certainly repaid the debt you owed Granny, so now, the two of you are even. From now on, let us live our separate lives happily.” Zoey wiped away the crocodile tears she had put in so much effort into squeezing and took Arianne’s hand with a coy grin. “Oh please, darling,

“The bastard’s been proving hard to get as of late. I’m fucking tired of it. He has this ‘elaborate’ plan to take everything my parents built away. Fuck if I’m letting him do that. I’ll die protecting everything they built. I used to like him back then. He’d buy me presents all the time, but then I learned the truth about how he’s been treating his sons. That’s downright nasty. I never understand his need to have more money. It’s not everything.” “But it is.” “It’s not.” “It is.” “It’s not.” “Yeah, sure. Coming from the girl who has more money than she could ever spend in her entire life.” “I don’t give a fuck about the money. Family is more important to me.” There was a knock on the door, a

“Wonderful! I’ll start planning the engagement party!” I slam my palms on the table. “NO ONE START ANYTHING.” Mrs. Jang pats my hand. “Sweetheart, it’s already begun.” Ethan smirks beside me. “Welcome to the family.” “I AM NOT READY FOR THIS FAMILY.” “You’ll adjust.” “I WILL NOT—” “You will,” he says calmly, like this is destiny. I look between him and his dramatic mother. Both staring. Both plotting. Both insane. I realize something horrifying: THIS FAMILY

He tugged his chin up, recognizing that I needed space, and back up again. "You would run away too if you had all of my family's drama," I grumbled and my legs finally decided to work. I took a step forward. Sighed in relief. Let my head tip back to just breathe in a bit better. "All families have drama." "Yes, but mine is a different shade of fucked up. Mated parents that were split up because of a child. Murderous grandfather. A daughter that still feels stung by rejection, even after all these years." I blurted it out. Listed it so effortlessly. It was almost comical.

“Oh, now you’re my mother? I sometimes suspect that I might’ve been adopted. You always gave Athena the best of everything since we were kids. “Just because I was the oldest, you treated me like garbage. You always yelled or hit me, while Athena got to live like your precious little princess. “Then, when I got a job, you started leeching off me. You took my money just to buy things for Athena! “When Athena got knocked up before marriage, you drained your entire savings to help raise her child. “I don’t owe you a thing! You don’t deserve to be called my mother!” The people before me were monsters. They did not deserve to be called my family. If there were no consequences, I would have taken r

He is a graduate and he now works for his money and he has his apartment and stays alone now, he has younger siblings, a female and a male, at lease none of them would ever wake to hear that they would be getting married to a total stranger immediately they clock 18. This thing that’s currently happening in my family doesn’t happen in others, or probably in a few! This are one of the issues I get to face all because I’m born into a rich family where my dad heads a mafia group! It’s really draining, sighs. Knocks knocks knocks “Who’s there???! Mom is that you!?” I asked as I ran down from my bed and went towards my wardrobe to try to change into a playsuit before I go get the door.

On campus, we were the textbook definition of a perfect couple. Just when I thought we would keep loving each other and eventually marry, Adrian, the childhood friend she had grown up with, came back from abroad. He showed up carrying a newborn child and forced his way into our relationship. "Believe it or not, as long as I'm here, Rowena will never marry you," Adrian had said. At first, I had scoffed at him. After all, Rowena and I had five years of history between us. Adrian, on the other hand, was a bachelor with a motherless child. I didn't believe Rowena would ever give me up for him.

I needed to stay in New York as the only Sinclair heir, and somehow that had been the end of the conversation. It was exhausting always having to think about the family before myself. And now that I knew Ryan didn't even want this either, that he was doing all of this out of obligation to his family too, another small part of me had cracked open. Before everything happened in the Hamptons, I had genuinely believed Ryan and I would eventually build something real together, something beyond contracts and expectations and old family arrangements. Maybe not a love story, but at least a life that belonged to us. Now I wasn't even sure of that.

We started living together since then. Mom and my brothers ended up completely bankrupt. Of course, Mom didn't resort to doing OnlyFans. She still held onto the pride of the Yates family. A year later, Mom and my brothers visited me again. When they saw the woman lying on my recliner, they lost it. Mom shouted, "Winter! Give me back my money!" At that moment, I came out of my room. Mom saw me and demanded, "Why is she here with you?" "It's because we're on the same team, silly," I replied in my mind.