Schnacky Family Novels & Stories

"Grandpa, is he here? Has he arrived?" A stuttering voice interrupted them, and Chad turned to see a stunningly beautiful girl descending the stairs. Chancellor Snyder smiled and waved to the girl. "This is my youngest granddaughter, Nancy. She is also the other reason I invited you here." With just one glance, Chad noticed the issue. "Is it because of her stutter?" "Yes," Chancellor Snyder said with concern, recounting his granddaughter's illness. It turned out that Chancellor Snyder's youngest son's family had bought a villa in the Eastmount area of Jeems County six months ago and had all moved there. However, soon after moving in, tragedy struck.

My half-brother, Jim Sullivan, pushed me down a snowy mountain, leaving me with a fractured spine. My mom, Doris Moore, and my wife, Julia Stone, rushed me to the hospital in a panic. Later, they learned that I might be permanently paralyzed. To put my mind at ease, Julia held up a ring and swore that she would take care of me for the rest of my life. Mom also cut ties with Jim, saying she would make him pay for what he had done. They told me Jim fell off a cliff while trying to escape, and they never found his body. I believed them. That was until three years into my marriage, a friend sent me a video. In the footage, Jim, who was supposed to be dead, was holding a child in his left

Meanwhile, Ethan, the so-called devil of Avensville, sat there stone-faced, using the same pen he signed billion-dollar deals with to check off items on the menu. "Throw in an order of grilled shrimp. Make it spicy." I pulled out my phone and started a new livestream. The caption was, "Dinner with the Richest Family in Avensville." "Come on, sweetheart. Open up. That's it…" my father said, smiling as he fed me a piece of crab leg. "You won't find better Cajun seasoning than this." I chewed and spoke to the camera, a little muffled, "You guys see this? This is the real Arnold Stone. What you saw earlier is just how he gets when he's angry. This is what he's actually like."

Tod jumped off the sofa and put on his slippers. Robin, who had come to deliver some living supplies, watched this scene, his eyes almost red from envy. This was too adorable. The four kids were together, and it wasn’t noisy at all; it felt warm and cozy. Tsk tsk tsk, the Schmidt family must have had their ancestors’ tombs blessed in the past life. How did they end up with four kids? And all four were little geniuses. It was enough to make anyone jealous! He was almost envious to death!

The biting, sarcastic voice of my fiancee, Madison Hodge, rang out once more. "Can you stop eating? I can see your double chin already. Do you seriously expect me to marry you when you look as fat and ugly as a pig? I'm warning you. If you don't get your weight down to 140 pounds, you can forget about us getting married!" I stared at my reflection in the mirror, having just gotten over the shock of hearing my cat, Furball's, thoughts.

That place was filled with a mix of ordinary people, and in such harsh conditions, many resorted to cannibalism. Although killing was not allowed in the base, many people mysteriously disappeared. She also mentioned that mutants could have been assigned to better neighborhoods, but many were unwilling to be separated from their families and ended up in middle-class neighborhoods. It turned out her brother was also a powerful fire mutant. He was only 17 years old and named Xavier Tayson. Xavier was a member of Squad 7 and would often go out on missions. Another neighbor on our floor also had a mutant. It was said that they were able to stimulate plant growth. They were a young couple. The wom

Paisley chirps excitedly. “Mr Fluff, are you wild?” Ethan presses, speaking very solemnly to the little fuzzball resting in his palm. He holds the bunny to his ear again. “Ah, he says he was wild once but he got tired of living in all that snow and hopping around so much just to find his dinner, so he went to Santa and asked him to find him a nice family that would give him a home, and lots of treats so he can get very fat.”

Sabrina shouted with a smile over the noise and waved her nieces and nephews away from the door. She climbed out of the back as her parents came rushing down the front steps, hugging and kissing her like they hadn’t seen her in years...which it had been. The last time she was home was for Grace’s first birthday, over a year ago. “Just put those in the room upstairs,” William told Clark over the noise. Clark smiled, raising the suitcases above his head to get around everyone as the group grew larger when Creighton and Sandra’s two children joined the crowd.

answered my father. As we continued to share stories and experiences, the living room filled with a sense of camaraderie. The exchange between my family highlighted the moments of our lives. Despite the physical distance between our packs, the bonds formed in those moments transcended the boundaries, weaving a tapestry of shared understanding and support. My father, sipping his tea, smiled at Uncle Felix and Aunt Ruth. "Thank you for your hospitality. It's reassuring to know Sabrina has found not just a pack but a family here."

~Grace’s Point of View~ “And would you believe little Jack got bit by that snake right on his--” “Mom! Really,” Jack whined, not enjoying the story hour. I giggled and slapped his leg. Iris and his entire family, minus the absent father were incredible. Really just sweet people even if they’re all okay with lots of nudity. In front of their family. Weird. They also had a different vocabulary on a lot of things, though I was able to mostly follow along. I was relieved Jack thought to pack some drinks and food he knew I’d like. They’re both just so damn thoughtful.