Spellman Family Secret Novels & Stories

They groaned but managed to eat every bite of it. They all demanded the recipe. Jen grinned. "Sorry girls, but it's a family secret. He won't even give it to me, and I begged for almost two years. He says it will stay in the family." Sandy looked at Jen and smirked. "Well then, we'll have to get him married off to one of us to insure a steady supply. Any volunteers?" To a woman they all turned to Jen. She was glowing but promised to do a little research. There were a lot of hugs and kisses as they left. Sandy got me off to the side.

“Yeah, it’s easier for me to afford the rent if it’s for my shop and my home. Not all of us are Guardians with lots of money or slated to become CEOs of what I’m assuming is a big conglomerate.” “It’s not that big, it’s family owned.” I snort. His idea of big and mine are very different. My little shop is 'family-owned' too. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials a number. While he’s busy, I go back into the spell room and look over what didn’t break. Thankfully, they were in a hurry, so they didn’t get everything. I have some of the things that I need for the Alpha’s spell. The important things I made and put into a safe when I created the original spell.

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that we don’t want you home. But something seems off. We’ve been trying to figure it out. You know you can tell me anything, right?” So he and my parents had been talking about me. Fucking awesome. “Yeah. I do. And I will. Just not now.” “Okay. Well, tonight is about having fun anyway—getting your mind off things. And I’ve got my guitar room set up for you.” “Cool. Thanks, man. I really appreciate it. Had I known our grandmother was a freak, I would’ve come to stay here a long time ago.” “Worst kept secret in the world.” He laughed. “But I’m glad she threw your ass out.”

“You saw his photo. You couldn’t even figure it out. He’s back and has a stupid English accent.” ‘You sent him there. Of course, he was going to have an accent’ Richard mocks in his mind. “What do you mean, my brother? You said the boy in the photo was not a part of this family. I thought it was someone who looked like me” he screams back at Paul. “You mean I’ve had a brother all this time and you didn’t even tell me?” “You are a fucking moron” Paul says as Richard scoffs and walks out the door. ‘Lucky for you, I already knew or I would be laying into you right now’ he screams to himself as the memory fades out.

I had played my hand before it was time, and it cost me the game. Portia: Mom and Dad have a surprise for you. She ignored my question, the one about keeping my hands to myself. Me: What? Portia: If I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise. Me: Yet you suck at keeping secrets. Portia: Mum's the word. If she were home, I'd simply tickle her into submission. My normal interrogation methods were useless with her an hour away. Me: Are you ever going to invite me to spend time with you at school?

”He has a point” Elder James said and they all nodded in agreement with him. ”But he showed us that letter” Elder Tomas said pulling out an old piece of paper from his pocket. I knew right away that that letter must have been from the previous royal family because only they used that kind of paper. ” Where did you get that?” I asked as I snatched it from them and ran through the words written there. I couldn’t allow any of them to see how panicked I was because of this letter because I was going to maintain my innocence. ”It is addressed to him,” Elder James said.

"You're not the only one with daddy issues." My lips parted in shock. Was he saying what I thought he was saying? "It can't be..." "Welcome to the messed-up family tree," he said. "I don't agree with Tony's actions, but you need that spell." "What is he talking about? What spell?" Danielle interjected, confused. "What am I missing?" "That's why you've never shared your story," I said to Malcom. "You were hiding." "Bingo," Malcom confirmed. "How?" I couldn't quite articulate my thoughts, but Malcom seemed to understand.

Jacob smirked mischievously. “Did you forget about mommy, Trish? She's the one who included me in the models because our company still needs a representative. Your family is still our partner, right? It would be embarrassing for Mr. CEO if we didn't have one.” Jacob and Travis' parents are business partners?! Why didn't I know about this? Aaahhh! You better watch out, Jacob! “Tsk, let's go to my office, Fuentes.” Travis turned around and was about to walk when Trish spoke again, causing him and me to stop.

There was a loud bang, and the bedroom door was forcefully closed. Spike looked at Uncle Solomon with a pitiful expression. "Uncle Solomon, I don't want to go back." Solomon shrugged helplessly, looking at Spike. "My little ancestor, didn't I tell you before? Don't act recklessly until we figure out the reason for your mommy's amnesia. You—" Spike asked, "Have you figured out why Mommy lost her memory?" Solomon and Amos glanced at each other, both shaking their heads. Amos spoke contemplatively, "The Muller family has tightly sealed information about Madam. In the past few days, I haven't been able to find out the reason for her amnesia."

"Okay, since you’re so generous, could you lend me the secret kickboxing handbook collected by your family? " "You are probably mistaken. The Russell family has never had a secret kickboxing handbook. The Russell family is not from your ancient kickboxing world so how could there be such a thing?" “You said you'd be generous, but you still hide everything!" Heather snorted coldly, and her eyes suddenly changed. "I believe you won't give in until you die!"