The Afton Family Novels & Stories

I have no idea why she popped into my head, but she did. “What was the family's last name that was turned into the authorities by their son?” I asked. “Their last name was Weston, why?” Auntie Helynia asked. I looked at Bryayna and I could see the wheels turning in her head. We looked at each other and I knew at that moment that the same shit I had running through my mind was filtering through her mind. I knew this conversation was about to take a very dark turn.

Ashley shouted. "Yes! Not only that, the Wolf family has practiced medicine for generations and is insulated from politics. However, the Wolf family and the Blackstorm family are related by marriage. Befriending the Blackstorm family is equivalent to making friends with the Blackstorm family and the Wolf family! So... If you are the Vogt family, who would you choose?" "Then... the Blackstorm family and the Wolf family are better than the Kohl family, right?" "Heh..." Morgan scratched the tip of her nose, "You are quite good at calculating!"

We hope you can help us fight Melinda and save Afgan from this chaos. Grandfather Rafael fell silent for a moment, his eyes reflecting deep consideration. He knew they were both right, but he also realized that the steps to be taken would not be easy. “We need access, and those with access are, of course...“ ”The Al-Futtaim family!“ the three of them exclaimed in unison. ”Right! Go meet the children in the backyard; Grandpa will contact Achmed via phone!" Bob and Adelia felt relieved to hear Grandpa Rafael's support. With renewed enthusiasm, Adelia went to see her children playing in the backyard.

With the letter completed, Lilian read it over, her heart heavy with the weight of her intentions. She couldn't bring herself to send it immediately. Athena was living her life in the company of Ardolf, a young man whose father was believed to be responsible for the tragedy that had struck Athena's family. The same truth that had burdened Lilian was now interwoven with the lives of two young souls.

No, it's because they have a wicked mission to do today. "Yes, I drugged you." Willa interrupted indifferently. "And one more thing, my dear naive sister. The eldest daughter of the Arison family had gotten engaged to the Arnoult family, guess who's getting married to that Augustus' retard from the Albrecht family." Willa revealed wickedly. "What? You bitch!" Gillian's eyes widened in shock. Because the Arison family was at their lowest, they sought out the Albrecht family for help.

Who knows how long they've been waiting. It was an odd thing, but the couple looked to be in their late twenties. Faces still young and radiant despite their real ages. That's the thing that bothered Ashton the most as a child, the fact that his parents and brother had stopped aging at one point. It was always a reminder that they weren't the same. And he would one day outgrow them, age and die while they still remained in their youth. “My boy,” Mary West took a step forward “You’re home.”

Finally, they could make a comeback. They got a lot of money from the Aquila family, and it was enough for them to form a huge and powerful organization. The West family and the Zimmer family could become elite families in Somerton with that. “Thank you, Mr. Fox! We’ll work hard for you!” proclaimed the Zimmer family eagerly. They tolerated the Wyatt family beating them down for days, and finally, they had the chance to lift their heads high again.

“Ashton, this is neither the time nor the place for your presence. You have no right to barge into my office uninvited.” Ashton smirked running a lazy gaze on both siblings, “Oh, come on, Marwick. Don't be so uptight. I heard there was a little family gathering going on, and I couldn't resist the opportunity to see my dear daughter and her growing bump.” Everyone around them knew, Ashton never owned Ashley or her dying mother. He was never sincere with anyone. Nor his late wife or his kids. He even hated his father for disowning him from the property and handing over everything to Marwick.

Ashton falls apart when he holds his baby for the first time, vowing to do better than his father did and love her and Mariah with all his heart. Ashton is obsessed with being a father as time goes by, and he’s oergect at it. He changes diapers and does midnight feedings just so Mariah can get a good night’s rest. He and Mariah find the perfect balance between work, family, and each other. They visit Ashton’s father’s grave together and get some closure as they try to find a way to move past everything that has happened in the last year and a half.

“It’s not what you think Mr Rockwell, please.” Ashton looked at her–his eyes a mixture of emotions ranging from shock, disbelief, anger and finally, pity. His angry eyes left hers for a second and returned to Damon. “You have no right to talk to me about disrespect when you and your family treat your wife like this. Why? Because she is an orphan?” “What happens in my family is none of your business.” Damon shot back, hands still bunched up in a fist. Ashton smirked, “It might not be my business, but I wonder what the owner of that babycare company that values family so much would have to say about it.”