Modern Family Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Moxie stared at his legs for a long time waiting for Mj to say something, but she only lifted herself from the ground and dusted herself off. Stretching out her hand Mj waited for Moxie to take it, and she pulled him to his feet, the assassin squeezed the hunters hand as she glared daggers into his eyes, “refusing to let yourself love Jay is fucking stupid Mox he is not part of the Triad nor would he ever do anything to hurt you,” Mj kept eye contact with Moxie and as he tried to pull his hand away, she jerked it back down and continued “and not letting Jay love you is like letting that ass fuck that hurt you get his victory,” Mj shook her head and smiled, “you are a deadly hunter and a more

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

“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.

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

Mollie promised. "Sorry, but I won't be taking your orders," Serena said. Mollie's face fell when she heard this. "Now you're just being petty. I know my mom and Justin did you dirty, but I'm innocent!" "Can you promise your mother won't needle me unnecessarily?" Serena countered. "No…" Mollie answered slowly, pressing a palm to her forehead. "I wish I could run away from home." She wondered how she had ended up in such a dysfunctional family. How did she manage to land a persnickety mother, a disorganized brother, and an absent father in one package?

“As for you, Madison, you’re no longer welcome here. If you step foot on Michaels Investment Group property, I’ll have you arrested for trespassing. I can’t believe you dare to show your face here in the first place.” “You're choosing that girl over your flesh and blood and your childhood sweetheart?” Mother screamed. “We are family.” “Amelie is my family now. You gave up that right the moment you abandoned me when I was 14 years old, or did you forget?” I responded. “Flesh and blood only constitute a family on paper. Real family supports you, loves you, and stays with you. As for the childhood sweetheart comment, we weren’t. We dated in university, but if I had seen the true nature of Madis

She doesn't deserve you at all! "Enough!" Dad interrupted loudly, looking at his crude daughter in disbelief. "Adriana, how can you talk about your sister like that? She was disfigured because of you! And Jonathan is your sister's husband. How can you harbor such thoughts? If people heard this, the Lane family's reputation would be ruined!" Mom opened her mouth, seemingly somewhat disapproving. "I think it's fine, actually. Love is about mutual feelings, isn't it?" Hearing that, I could not help but laugh.

“Why are you all going after each other’s girlfriends?” So Mr. Madden hooked up with Liam's girlfriend. Liam hooked up with Nick's girlfriend. While Maddy was pregnant. His laugh is sharp and humorless. “No idea. Guess competing in everything else wasn’t enough.” He runs a hand through his hair, frustration bleeding through now. “They all think they can have whatever they want. Doesn’t matter who it belongs to. My family is fucked up.” “That’s…” I struggle for the right word. “Messed up.” “Yeah,” he says simply. Then, quieter, “You have to be built for it. My family.” His eyes flicker to mine again. “If you’re not, you get eaten alive.”