Odd Family Novels & Stories

Nothing but the echo of a memory. At eighteen, these same two men had fought over the chance to have me as their partner at their coming-of-age ceremony. They had tripped over each other planting roses in my honor, hoping to win my favor. Now, their devotion belonged to someone else, and my heart had long since gone numb. I refused to watch Lisa pretend to be kind. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t marry either of you scumbags, nor would I ever let you be associated with me,” I said coldly.

“Look, um, have you seen any strange people around the bar recently?” “You are kidding me. This is a tittie bar, well, kind of. We get weird guys in here all the time. Look, you didn't… y'know?” “I didn't kill him, not even in his dreams. I was actually going to reattach, um, what I cut off, after the trial.”

It was her daily ordeal. She raised her head to see the large building which was at the edge of the street "Valley's corporation" formerly called "Find'ley and Co", it was the old company of his father. A business that his father had built himself but that his best friend "Valley Offred" did not hesitate to steal from him when his father was in dire need of the money. He sold 3/4 of the shares to his friend and so he could easily take over the business.

Amusement was dancing on their faces. "Good. Not that it was of any problem. We could have shared. Anyways, we are 1...2...3" I pointed at everyone and counted, "...9 no sorry 10 people. I almost forgot you Ronny" he gave the most hilarious fake smile. "That reminds me actually, Grandma had a Jeep Cherokee SUV with her and its registered on my named so we got an extra vehicle. Looks like we are all good to go" I finished by clapping my hands together.

He blurted out and we all just laughed at his crazy experience. "Wow! Congratulations, France! Because if you have faced them, if Eve has peed in her underwear, you might have shitted in yours. Damn it! I can't... Heee, imagine it. Fuck! I can not breathe. Damn!" My jerk girlfriend let out and laughed like hell with the gay guy in the other line. See? Idiots. "What is so damn funny in here?" Someone asked by the door and we turned our heads to the blonde girl. It's Nadia that is wearing a curious and knowing face as she walked in.

If Zayn’s real identity had been exposed right now… well, Odd Bob would likely be so taken aback that he would be at a loss of what to say, right? Honestly, Zayn was a little hard-pressed about his identity. The two of them started out in the same hard spot—maligned sons-in-law, broke, and inhumanely mistreated by their in-laws. Odd Bob had taken up the role as his unofficial big brother simply because he was a few years older than Zayn, and from then on, Odd Bob had been taking care of him in any way he could.

However, the announcement of the exam results would prove to be a tipping point for Rithanya. **Title: Breaking Point: Rithanya's Struggle Unveiled** Rithanya's life had been shrouded in a gloomy cloud for weeks. Her classmates noticed the change. Once a vibrant, cheerful girl, she had become withdrawn and distant. But when the regular school sessions resumed after the exams, Rithanya seemed almost back to her old self. She was smiling, engaging more with her roommates, and even greeted the warden and other teachers she ran into during her daily routine.

"My son touched his wolf last night." No embellishment. No hesitation. Just truth, and the weight of it. A ripple ran through the hall, hushed murmurs, the shift of bodies, the unmistakable swell of awe tinged with unease. "At six years old," one of the elders muttered, his voice carrying. "Too early. The body cannot—" "His body can," I cut in, my voice sharp enough to cleave through the hall. "Because his blood is not ordinary. Because the gods themselves tried to bind this family, and we broke their chains."

“There are only three known triadic bondings recorded in supernatural history. And all of them ended in war. Or coronation.” I stared at him. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” he growled, “this isn’t a bond of mates. It’s a trinity. Power, heart, and soul.” “And when one is threatened…” Xanden added, voice tight with realization, “the others rise.” I swallowed, trying to process it—but something else was stirring now. A vision. A memory that wasn’t mine—but maybe belonged to the sea. Or to blood. I saw a throne carved of coral and bone.

The circle of friends they kept was just enough for them, they didn't want the extra baggage that came with popularity. Deborah came from a broken home, her parents divorced when she was just five and she was sent to live with her grandmother. Her mother had since remarried a rich man who didn't want to have anything to do with her. Her father had died two years ago from cancer, the disease had eaten him up till he went into a coma and never woke up.