Novel About Family Novels & Stories

It is my story, but it is also every story of chosen family, of blended lives, of love that refuses to be bound by blood or convention. She stopped, read the words back, and felt a shiver run down her spine. This was it. This was the book. In the nursery, Gracie stirred, a soft murmur of infant dreaming. In her room across the hall, Emma slept surrounded by dinosaurs and fairy lights. In the living room, Marcus scrolled through his phone, waiting for her to come to bed. This was her family. This was her story. And soon, it would be a book.

Their faces twisted in confusion, anxiety flickering in their eyes. Whenever they wanted me to give something up, they’d slap me with one hand and offer candy with the other. It never failed to work. All they had to do was take the first step and reach out, and I’d cave every time. This time, no one was on the other end of the call, eagerly calling them “Mom” and “Dad.” “Honey, Laura’s not exactly the sharpest at work, so why do you keep spoiling her? When we’re gone, she’ll burn through the family’s fortune in no time.

My sister Mia and I both had a crush on Alpha Felix. But Mia was sweet and knew exactly how to act cute. Felix only had eyes for her—just like our parents. Even when Mia and I competed for the position of Chief Beta, Felix chose her without a second thought. So, I left the pack in a fit of anger, determined to make a name for myself. Six years later, I became the strongest female Alpha in North America, leading the Crimson Pack. But my family and Felix knew none of this. That is, until I heard that Felix’s Crescent Pack was facing a severe financial crisis and desperately needed a powerful ally to survive. I looked at my schedule and let out a soft smirk. The name written next to the 10:00 A

Inside, a family that had been assembled from the available materials of impossible circumstances slept in their respective rooms, which were theirs, which had always been theirs, which would continue to be theirs. Some things, once true, stayed true. Author's note: "This is my favorite. Just this." KID. Kael doesn't know he's wise. He just is. These five chapters were the family years and they were my favorite to write. So the bittersweet part of this story begins to arrive. I'll be gentle. I promise. Thank you for reading every single chapter. You make this worth writing...

The truth was that seeing my family slowly fall apart still hurt. But I could never forgive Frost, the man who had destroyed my family. At that moment, the scheduled email I had prepared was finally sent. It was delivered directly to the mailbox of the Federal Trade Commission. At the same time, it spread rapidly across the internet. The story instantly became a major topic of public discussion. Vivian was exhausting every connection and resource she had to save the family. Yet she kept running into invisible obstacles. By the time she discovered the truth, the Kramer Group had already been completely divided up.

“They want war? We will give them one. No one touches our family.” I looked up at him, fear and fire mixing in my chest. We had fought for our happy ending once. Now we would have to fight to keep it. And this time the enemy knew exactly where to hurt us most.

“I’ve been thinking about biology again. About how I have Mama’s eyes and Papa N’s brain for patterns. But Elena doesn’t look like any one of you exactly, and that’s okay. It makes me wonder what family really means.” Nikolai answered carefully, as he always did with the big questions. “Family is the people who choose you and keep choosing you. Biology is just one thread. We have many.” Mae added brightly, “And I’m the glitter thread!” Elena laughed. “Exactly. I used to hate explaining us. Now I write about it because I want other kids to know they’re not broken for having complicated families.” Anya listened as each person contributed—the children with fresh perspectives, the men with hard-

My kind. My family, the way Caleb keeps saying it, family, and he is not even lying, that is the obscenity of it, these are my blood, every one of them closer to me than any human alive. And they are inventory, racked and numbered and floating in the heart of the city that calls itself their home. I have come a very long way to burn a slaughterhouse. I am standing in the middle of a nursery. Worse. Caleb watches my face and mistakes horror for awe.

Lying in our big bed, surrounded by the three of them, I felt something click into place in my chest definitively. Our family wasn’t conventional. It was messy, full of scars, revealed secrets, and overcame traumas. But it was ours. And now, with Nolah among us, it was even more complete.

They looked like one big happy family. So, while I was kidnapped and the whole ordeal was livestreamed on the internet, not a single family member had noticed. Bruce suspiciously looked at me and told me to make a call. The moment Mom heard it was me, her tone turned impatient. "I just knew you would ruin the mood! Ever since we brought you back from the countryside, there hasn't been a single peaceful day at home. Evonne has never had a proper birthday since then. "This time, no matter what you say, we won't neglect Evonne because of you."