Quotes About Family And Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Then find her someplace else.” I wasn’t backing down. “Frost!” His voice dropped into a dangerous growl. “You’re being unbelievably selfish. Fianna’s husband died for the family—she’s a widow of the family. As the future Donna, you should know how to treat the relatives of our fallen men. And she’s your sister!” Future Donna? Selfish? I looked at him—at that righteous fury like he was some saint—and all I felt was a bitter, humorless laugh rising in my throat.

Maybe, for her, it somehow connected. “Family isn’t only about blood. It’s about trust and love and support too,” I told her. “That is what my father taught me. That is what this gathering gave me. And that is why you are all part of my family too.” I paused. “Your question sounds to me like you are asking me to choose between my heart and my lungs. I need both, so I can’t make such a choice.” Her brows drew together. For a moment, she said nothing.

Benjamin had also said how she could not use his blood. She remembered that someone had once told her that family members could not share blood, as they were not compatible with each other.

"And no matter what, you always will be." The tears slipped down my cheeks as I spoke, my voice choked with emotion. "No matter what, you and Max are my family too. I can't imagine this life without you both." "I know," she said, her voice soft and reassuring. "And we're always here for you, no matter where life takes you now." We sat there in silence for a moment, each of us feeling the weight of what we had just shared. Family wasn't always about blood—it was about loyalty, love, and the ones who never left, even when everything else fell apart.

Asih dared to ask, "Sorry if I'm being presumptuous, Mr. Aiden. There's something on your mind, sir, isn't it?" Aiden was silent momentarily, staring at the coffee cup in his hand, trying to digest Asih's question. In circumstances like this, maybe he needs someone to talk to, even if only to hear the opinion of someone who has known him since childhood. Aiden finally spoke slowly, his voice sounded heavy. "What do you think family means?" Asih smiled faintly, full of wisdom gained from her life experience. "Family is not just about blood or heirs, sir. Family is about love, responsibility, and the desire to look after each other, unconditionally."

The road is mine. The blood is mine. The men are mine. But family? I’ll burn the world for family.

“I never asked for a father like that. Why can’t he love me?” “I’m sure you ask yourself that too... A lot of us do. I don’t even know if I have the right to speak on this, but... I actually don’t know.” “I don’t know if they hated our existence, or if we just weren’t their favorites. But family is family. You can’t change that. You can’t change your parents. No one can… Blood is thicker than water,” she added quietly. Logan groaned. “Water is thicker than blood now,” he said, and Snow smiled gently, still watching him.

He nodded his head, and almost immediately I knew it wasn't an answer that I was going to like. The person that was killed was her cousin. The son of Stavros Junior. I looked at him in shock. “This was about his father, and their family business right?” He nodded solemnly. “They grew up apart, and had probably never met so there was no love lost between them.” “Still,” I shook my head, “blood should run thicker than water.” Alex chuckled and answered, “you of all people should know better than that. When money and greed mixes, blood loses whatever viscosity it has.”

"Son, you don’t have to be like me. Just be yourself, and that’s enough for Mommy and me to be proud of you." That night, their home was once again filled with love. Though they still had challenges ahead, they knew their family was stronger than ever. In Zack’s mind, one thing was clear: "True family isn’t measured by blood, but by love, trust, and sacrifice."

Another message, scrawled in the same sharp hand: “Family is only strong until blood decides otherwise. Jack will show you soon.” My fist tightened around the paper until it tore. Jack. My own blood. The words tasted like poison. Of course, I wasn't even meant to be shocked with that but the fact that this is family, made it feel awkward anytime I think about that. I mean I wouldn't do anything to hurt my family, no matter the price or cost of it. But I have to admit that the wolves were circling tighter now. And I would tear them apart, even if it killed me.