Novel Family Novels & Stories

A month later, armed with my genuine near-perfect scores, I got my acceptance letter to Harvard. As the only legal heir, I took over the board of our family empire. "Throw them all out." Sitting in my grandfather's CEO chair, I gave my first order to the head of security. Chloe was dragged out of the penthouse by security, screaming and cursing my name. Mason cried like a baby, kneeling and begging me for a chance. Cousin Brianna stayed arrogant, claiming I was destroying the family. I didn't give any of them a second glance.

But what if Harper figures it out? [Harper? Don’t worry. I just overheard her trying to borrow money from someone. She’s clueless.] [Hahaha. Harper is way too easy to fool.] Suddenly, I remembered something Will had said before he cut ties with the family. “Most families favor sons over daughters, but somehow ours is the opposite! Why do you always have Mom’s and Dad’s attention? What about me?”

"A baby brother?" "Yes, sweetie," I whispered as I leaned closer. "You, me, your daddy, and your new little brother are going to be a perfect family. You won't ever need to think about her again." Kenny looked down at his book. Only then did I notice that he was reading a book about families. The page he was on read: "A family comprises a father, a mother, and their children." I patted his cheek. “If you miss your mum so much, you can call me mummy.”

“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 just never realized it would cause such serious consequences for you!" Tears streamed down Chelsea's face as she continued, "Wyatt, I'm sorry. Won't you give me another chance? I've already gotten back at Patrick for you. "His family has been in a financial crisis these few years and only barely survived because of me. I pulled all the funds, so his family has gone bankrupt. They ended up much worse than I ever was. "Besides, Callie can't be without you either. She's been waking up crying in the middle of the night, asking for her dad. She's not doing well, and I couldn't take care of her properly, so my family sent her to boarding school—"

"Then why is there no action yet?" "Perhaps the situation is a little complicated, and Henry requires some time to deal with it. Let's be patient." "That's true. After all, the Jones family is not an average family. It's one of the four largest families in Hodbridge. Furthermore, Fyman is a treasure in the entire family." Winson sighed. Fyman and his mother had been mistreating him since childhood, and he had even overheard that Fyman's mother wanted to get rid of him. Otherwise, he would not have suffered as much in recent years.

She concluded and this made them to burst into laughter. "So, what do we call this family of ours?" Jack mused, breaking the long laughter that settled over the table. They exchanged glances, contemplating the weight of that question. Names floated in the air that carried the essence of their shared bonds. Emily, ever the wordsmith, suggested a name that resonated with the harmony of their stories: "The Resilient family." And so, with a unanimous nod and a collective agreement, they embraced the identity of "The Resilient family" born out of adversity, united by the threads of fate, and fortified by the shared determination to create a future woven with love and acceptance.

“Don’t get me wrong I do but I’m worried. You are always indoors. You are growing up and you need to get out there, enjoy the world.” “I’m enjoying my world.” “What is your book all about?” “Crime fiction.” “Am I supposed to know about that?” “Ah dad. Where do I even start from?” Her father looked at her. “Ok just know that it’s about the most notorious family in Zambia.” “Notorious?” “Yes. The family is the most feared in the country. No one crosses their path. Whoever does, gets killed. On top of that, they have connections everywhere. The police cannot touch them. No one touches them.”

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

Sisters. Family.