Modern Family Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Bonding over our horrible mothers could be nice. "I don't want to talk about my family yet… let's save that conversation for the second date," he replies with a dismissive wave of his hand, but I know his relationship with her must be bad if he ran away from a rich family to be homeless. I close the door with all the locks behind us and then we enter my house. It's a single-story, but quite spacious and, fortunately for me, recently remodeled by my mother so everything is modern and artsy because that was her last personality before she died. It's not horrible and I don't have the money to buy new things, so the house remains pretty much as she left it. Except the master bedroom, I made sure

] [Man's addicted to lowballing people. I faked devastation, rushed over, and closed the folder. "Dad... can we not talk about this right now? I'm leaving for school soon. We won't get many more chances to be together, just the three of us. Mom cooked a whole table of your favorites by hand. She pricked her fingers doing it. Mom does so much for this family, I just..." His eyes went wide. Mom was the pampered daughter of a wealthy family, trained in dance. She kept our home spotless and kept herself beautiful, a living statue you'd find in a Paris gallery.

“Mom, not this again—“ “No excuses, young man! You should’ve behaved like the gentleman I raised you to be and gone on that date instead of leaving the poor girl waiting. You’re already thirty-one for goodness sake. When are you going to give me my grandkids? I want to hold them before I’m too old to carry them. “I’ve already rescheduled the date for tomorrow, and this time you’re going. Don’t you dare keep her waiting again. She’s a well-mannered young lady from the Ashcroft family. Exactly the kind of woman you need. And don’t give me that CEO nonsense! I know you spend half your free time playing video games in your pajamas when you think nobody’s watching.” Despite himself, Jamal found h

She did not need to. “You were wrong five years ago. You were wrong when you came back. You were wrong in the fire. You were wrong when Nico stood in front of you with a fever. You were wrong when you took his medicine and gave it to another child. The truth came too late to stop any of that.” Dante stood there and took it. From the hall, Nico called for her. Serena did not look away from Dante. “My son is sleeping through the night again,” she said. “He eats. He laughs. He no longer waits for you. I work. I breathe. I make plans without wondering when you’ll decide to matter. That is my life now.”

“You’re talking about working for the man you’re planning to seduce…who’s engaged to your mother. What happens if you actually catch feelings for him? What happens if he catches feelings for you? This isn’t a game you can just walk away from.” “I won’t catch feelings.” I stand up, pacing back and forth across the living room. “This is about getting my family back together. That’s all it is. I’ll be professional at work—do my job, make him trust me. Then, when the time is right, I’ll make my move. He’ll fall for me, my mom will find out, and she’ll leave him. Easy.” “Nothing about this is easy.” She stands up too, blocking my path. “What about Noah? You’ve been with him for two years. Are you

“This isn’t just about Reeve. It’s about both of you creating the image of a perfect wannabe family. Can you handle that?” The words hit me harder than they should have. A perfect family? My mother was in shambles—trapped in a loveless and abusive marriage. And my father’s shadow looming over every conversation we never had. What was a perfect family supposed to look like? ”Zane?” Priya’s voice pulled me back. “Are you still there?” ”Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “I’m here.” “Good. Because there’s something else.” A pause followed. “You’re getting paid too.”

“Once the ball ends, we’re having dinner with the family—not the entire mafia organization and their wives, just us—then you will get properly acquainted with everyone.” Why do I love her so much? She’s so warm, so motherly. She’s everything my mother is not—at least not to me. My heart aches thinking about it. Ever since I got married, she hasn't once checked up on me; it’s as if she’s happy I finally left. I'm always unwanted anyway. I'm not Zendaya. I'm not perfect. “You are so sweet.” It’s so rare to find someone like this among Tristan’s family—they’re rumored to all be ruthless.

"Cass, I'm just saying, what good is it if a woman makes more money than a man? All the money in the world won't mean a thing if you can't take care of your mom!" I sneered inside. None of the watches he wore or the bags Chelsea carried came from their own pockets. They were all my money. Mom listened to them and wore a look that was partly touched, partly hurt. "Well, it's not about what I want from you guys. I'm just old and like a little company. Just the other day, I went to the garden to exercise and heard Mrs. Simpson's daughter had married a rich husband. "First thing she did was buy her brother a luxury car, unlike Mr. Lowe's daughter, who went to a top university and vanished afterw

We were just a product of wrong parenting, society's misfits. I sighed for the hundredth time that night. Ahead of us, I saw the three monsters talking to an elderly couple while taking measured looks in my direction. My heart clenched, I knew the old woman. She was part of the first family, Lucian was indeed right. My family was selling me as a bartering chip to gain more power and influence. Being friends with the Zorya and gaining the trust of the first family. My family is becoming more monstrous than they were already are.

"Don't say that. She is your father's secretary and has been accommodating in handling both work and personal matters. If you don't like it, I can tell your father not to let her come to the house in the future." "Mom, are you saying that Dad told her to come?" Fiona Forger couldn't speak anymore. The possibility she had thought of was indeed happening. The anger in her surged again, and she remembered Damian Desmond's father and Alice. She became even angrier. Why do men nowadays like to pursue younger girls? Didn't they know those young girls were after their money and power? Although this wasn't anything new in modern society, it was still hard for her to accept when it happened to her lo