Novels About Family Novels & Stories

"I'll go for the theatre now, I've never been there before." "Not ever?" "Not ever," she confirmed. "Okay, I've been to the theatre before, so I'd say cinema perhaps." "What do you define as a family?" "Family is everything, it's life." "If there's anything I've learnt from watching The Originals is that 'family is always and forever'. Family is life." "If you were to be on lockdown somewhere with no access to Wi-Fi let's say an island what are the three things you'd take with you?" "Books, Nutella and my iPod."

“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.”

“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.”

Said Andre, trying to remember the case he had handled. “Yes, that's what I'm thinking. This case is the family who asked to be closed, then suddenly their family members want this case to be reopened, as if there is something wrong. " Said Randy making patterns on a piece of tissue with a pen. "Okay tomorrow we discuss this case with the chairman." Said Andre finishing the rest of his coffee. *** Sunny morning adorns the clouds above the sky, blowing a cool breeze to the bottom of the earth. Miska walked down the garden behind her house, she saw her parents sitting staring at the view around her house.

“Then choose quickly. The curse won’t wait.” Inside, arguments rose again as the storm outside broke open with rain. The family was on the edge of collapse, debts looming, enemies circling, curses tightening. Yet in the middle of it all, Gail opened her notebook again, writing furiously, her words spilling like the rain: This family is not cursed. We are only human. Broken, but still breathing. And while we breathe, we fight. Her pen scratched on, even as the walls shook with thunder. The gathering storm was only beginning.

She read the final lines of the book—the lines Aria had typed in the quiet of the night, while Noah slept beside her. We spent our lives building a fortress. We thought we were keeping the world out. But in the end, we were just creating a safe place to let the world in. Family isn't about blood. It isn't about names on a birth certificate. It's about who shows up when the walls are falling down. It's about who stays when the music stops. Emma closed the book. She placed her hand on the cover, feeling the warmth of the sun-soaked porch. "Did they really love each other that much?" little Sienna asked. "Like in the movies?"

They became family. And if I’ve learned anything while writing this story, it’s that family isn’t always blood. Sometimes, family is the people who choose you. The people who stay. The people who fight for you when you can’t fight for yourself. The people who love you through your worst moments and still look at you like you are worth saving. This story was about werewolves, prophecies, fire, magic, and war. But more than that, it was about family. It was about finding strength through pain.

“That’s one way to put it.” He folded his arms, leaning against the piano. “You know this family. We’re loud. We’re protective to the point of insanity. We screw up, we overreact, we panic. But one thing we never do—ever—is let someone in halfway.” Trina stilled. Cameron’s voice softened. “You’re not just dating Adrian anymore. You’re part of us now.” Her breath caught. “You’re family,” he said simply. “Cross family. And not because of the baby or the drama or the headlines. Because you’ve been here, beside us, beside him, even when everything turned ugly.”

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

My feet slowly carry me to wherever, as my temples pound like they’re about to explode. Camila? How? Why? I’ve seen things in life. Friends betraying friends. Business partners betraying business partners. Lovers betraying lovers, but family betraying family….. is fucking new to me. Family is considered a man’s shield. When the world is against you and you need somewhere to fall back in. Having a place to rest, shut your eyes a bit after a long day, or after facing most of those challenges.