Not A Happy Family: A Novel Novels & Stories

“I was expecting to be forgotten completely in fact. My family is a b**ch.” “You hate your family, that’s very much clear, but why are you still here? You could have gone back.” “I don’t hate my family,” she shakes her head. She stops from speaking further when the waiter arrives with our food. “I loathe my family. They are not even worthy of being called a family.” It’s crazy how the whole Thompson family is defaulted from the inside yet they manage to feign a perfect happy family. Money can’t buy happiness. The people around you give that feeling. The Thompsons are fueling their desires with money and burning their peace.

What a happy family they seem. I just hate the fact that he is happy with his new family but forgot the person he owes his life to. And that is just unacceptable.

CHAPTER ELEVEN *********** Leo's POV *********** You know the feeling of having a complete family where happiness and joy flows like milk and honey. Where you can not do without smiling. Yes, that was it. My family was as happy as a child who had just recovered her lost puppy. But then everything was trashed as that happy family got scattered and no matter how we tried to make it work. It just wouldn't. Everything was ruined.

As a happy family. THE END.

“We should’ve warned you that coming back to Moscow means walking straight into this family circus.” I chuckled. “It’s okay. Honestly... it’s kind of nice.” Alexandr lowered his paper and looked at me with sharp blue eyes—the same shade as Pascha’s, though his held the weight of years. “We forgot to mention that in the Romanov dictionary, ‘family vacation’ doesn’t mean peaceful and relaxing. We lean more toward... chaotic good.” Natalia nodded and whispered, “Sometimes more chaotic than good.” I laughed again, looking at this family—strange, dramatic, and for the first time in my life, they made me feel like I wasn’t alone. Not controlled. Not like a puppet on strings.

Naya curled up on one end, knees tucked under her, while Zipper sprawled on the other side, arms stretched across the back. She kept sneaking glances at him—at the way he laughed too loud at dumb jokes, the way his hair never stayed neat, the way his shirt pulled across his chest when he leaned forward to grab the popcorn bowl. She hated herself for noticing. Halfway through, she spotted a family on the screen—a mom, a dad, two kids piled onto a couch just like this. Something in her chest cracked. She looked away fast, blinking hard. Zipper noticed. “Hey.” His voice was softer now. “You okay?”

I picked the glass of wine and made my very short toast. “For we will all be born, and grow and die. Happy birthday to me, let the masquerade begin.” **** Fire. I easily picked up the smell of fire, maybe because of my lifelong obsession with it, the starting and the ending and everything in between. I smelt it halfway through a discussion with one of my investors and I knew it was spreading. I waited for the announcement and like clockwork, Micheal and his father came to my side. “Ren we need to get out of here,” Micheal muttered just as the electricity in my building went out.

Somewhere down the hall, I could hear the faint sound of Margaret’s voice, warm and unhurried, the voice she used when she was happy. She was probably with Lillian. “The family is moving against me,” I said. “Quietly. Systematically. It’s going to get worse before it gets better.” Clara stared at me. “Elena. It’s been three days.” “I know how long it’s been.” “You sound like you’ve already lived through this.” I looked at her. Held the eye contact long enough that she shifted slightly on the bed. “That’s a strange thing to say,” she said slowly.

The atmosphere inside the four-wheeled vehicle was quiet again because the conversation that had been created was paused for a long time, which was caused by the busyness of the husband. I am so fortunate because, on the one hand, Abby wants to outline her big family. We were indeed married because of an arranged marriage, so we did not have much time to get to know each other before getting married. It turns out that Uncle G's children also have characteristics that are not much different from their father, and this is really troublesome. Aunty Mandy's children are no less annoying. Why is it that in every big family, there are always trash humans like them? Let's just hope that the hooliga

“You might not share the same blood as your supposed cousin. I don't think family members hate themselves this much.” “Then you haven't seen many families. They are nothing to write home about.” “I want a big family, and I hope they would love themselves right.” “I don't care about having a big family. I want to live. These people drive me crazy. It's bad enough that I have to deal with that reality every day.” “Do you hate it that much?” “It irritates me.” “I thought you were planning a family with the new guy you met.” “Don't get me started. It turns out my ex isn't all that and was having fun. The guy has someone else in his mind. I got played. But it was good while it lasted.”