Modern Family Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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!"

My cock left trails of pre-cum on her belly and I could smell her wetness. "Mom wants you as a toy, but I want a lover. Can you do that?" I cupped my sister's hard ass, letting my finger toy with her rosebud. "That's what I want more than anything." Molly broke away, smacking my ass in the process. "Then go make mom happy." As she passed through her door, she paused, catching me gazing at her trim naked form. "You realize, this could turn into a whole family thing, right?"

“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

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.

"Still a little glutton, I see." She immediately protested, "Me? It's not me. Your son's the one craving it." I reached out and caressed her rounded stomach, teasing, "He's a bit small to be a scapegoat for your cravings, don't you think?" She laughed and gave my arm a playful punch. Three months later, Clara and I welcomed our child into the world, and from that moment on, we officially became a happy family of three.

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.

My family always used me as an example to teach Yvette Langley, my twin sister, a lesson. When we were little, my mom would purposely leave me alone on the street. She would let Yvette watch me break down in tears so she would learn never to wander off. My brother, Martin Langley, would get kids from outside school to corner me in an alley. He wanted Yvette to see me get slapped and forced to my knees so she would learn to stay away from troublemakers. So I became more and more timid, and they grew to like me less and less. Then, the day before the SAT, my mom gave me an order I could not refuse. “Tomorrow, you’re going to turn in a blank SAT.” I stared at her in shock. Tears filled my

The Smith family's mansion had a more modern vibe compared to the Nelson and Moore families. Their house exuded a modern design, without the deep tranquility of the Nelson family or the antique charm of the Moore family; everything was cutting-edge modern design. Different styles of architecture naturally had their own beauty. As Shirley was engrossed in observing, Simon walked over from the side, "Are you adapting well to this style?" Shirley looked at Simon, "Yes, it's great!" "Oh, by the way, although my house is modern, I do have a garden, want to take a look?" Simon eventually invited Shirley.