Modern Family Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Does Mom dislike Second Grandpa?” “Not only does she dislike Second Grandpa, she also dislikes their whole family. Especially Second Grandma, Sandra Lewis, and their son, Kyle Cole. They’re especially revolting. That Kyle Cole is in his forties, but he’s still a bachelor. He’s always loafing around, gambling, and is a troublemaker through and through. At any rate, the entire family is exceptionally troublesome. When they heard we bought a mansion, they shamelessly wanted to come over, making Mom very upset.” Tyr chuckled and said, “We’re all relatives, so there’s no need to be this way.”

Ace is in San Francisco, he has a hosting job tomorrow, he keeps on sending pics. Annoying but I'm proud of him. Plus I'm defiantly going to watch the live show, even though I don't get to sleep tomorrow night. "Your golden boy is out somewhere, doing God knows what." I rolled my eyes at his response, slowly munching on my food. "I can see you guys are closer than ever." I smiled at his mum's sarcasm. "So mum, where's your husband?" I took my glass of wine, sipping it. "He's at work." I have a feeling Javi doesn't like his mum's new husband.

"These people are living in the nineteenth century! Keeping a mistress in the family home? Disgusting. My parents tore into them. Now I'm just waiting to see if they'll actually marry Lucy like Mary's been insisting." As Catherine continued her tirade, a strange sense of detachment washed over me. I gently caressed my stomach, feeling oddly at peace. Jack Simpson, Lucy Taylor, the entire Simpson family's drama-none of it mattered anymore. "You know what?" I interrupted softly. "I don't care anymore. I have two babies to focus on and money to make.

She stood there blankly but the robot dog in her arms was still barking, so the sight was strangely funny. Her face pale, she unconsciously stepped back, trying to escape this chaotic vortex. "Stop!" A hoarse roar came from Dad. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at my already cold corpse on the operating table. Then, he looked at his wife struggling on the floor and his son howling with his head in his hands. He suddenly charged at Carrie and grabbed her throat, his voice filled with endless regret and madness. "It's your fault! It's all your fault! You ruined our family! Give me back my Jasmine!"

I stayed holed up in my room, refusing to get involved. I left Mom and Grandma Madeline to deal with the mob of debt collectors on their own, settling each debt one at a time. I only stepped out once everyone had left. They had been sitting in silence on the couch, but Grandma Madeline suddenly snapped, erupting and hitting Mom with a massive backhand. "You brought this on us, you wicked woman! You lured my son into faking his death! You're the reason Matthias is dead now. You've made me lose my son!"

exclaimed my mom, your parents are still here and we do not sexualise women in this house," she said staring daggers at Kash. I was grateful for the distraction and that she was focussed on something else. "You need to leave," Ash and I said unison mimicking the meme with that woman. My dad started to laugh as well. We spent the rest of our Sunday evening watching reruns of Modern Family.

I didn't want to be an audience to their tear-jerking mother-daughter bond. "I don't—" Before I could finish, Mom’s voice blasted through the phone. "Serena, if Tara hadn’t insisted that a family should stay whole, do you really think I’d want a troublemaker like you back? "You’ve always been so stubborn. If it weren’t for you, your brother…Look come by or not, I don’t care either way.” Then she hung up. I stared at the black screen, my hand tightening around my medical report. I suddenly felt grateful for my illness.

Father continued his rant. "You won't believe what she did a month ago. She actually called me crying nonsense about being kidnapped and demanded three hundred dollars in ransom. Can you believe that?" "Three hundred dollars? What kind of rogues ask for so little? I think she's just making up another ridiculous excuse to cause trouble. She's bringing shame to our family!" As he spoke, father sighed. "Well, if she asks again, give her some. After all, she's been spoiled all her life, definitely not used to hardship. The house is actually quieter without her."

On the screen, the campus lovers are still tangled in each other, reciting sweet lines that feel too far removed from my reality. [“I’m so glad you came back for me. I’m so glad we made up. This time, we’ll never be apart again…”] But that’s just a TV show. My reality is different. I’m no longer young, no longer naïve like a schoolgirl. I have two children to care for, one of whom is still sick. I have a demanding job, and I’m no longer the orphaned beta of DarkWood. I still have passion — for my kids, for my family, for my career. But not for that bastard, Alaric.

“I can’t believe you’re taking her side, Matt. You are my son! Your father was aggrieved. You should be siding with us and not defending that woman!” “I have free will, mom. I will believe what I want to believe and in my eyes…Kelly’s not what you’re claiming her to be.” “MATT!” I kept my straight face as I walked past Mason and went upstairs. New house, new life? Nah! This is tougher than before. Why are they even fighting over a company? Mom and dad have enough savings. Besides, I have work and Mason too, though that bast*rd doesn’t like working. Ah! I should just stay at the ancestral house. That’s the most peaceful place now that my family is in the city.