The Family Man Book Novels & Stories

"What example would that set? I would then become exactly who they thought me to be. They would hunt down my whole family and my baby and our future grandchildren would never know rest. If it is a life that is needed as penitence, let it be mine." The woman said. The conviction in her voice touched me in a way that I've never felt before. I've never seen such selflessness. The man hung his head, knowing the woman made up her mind. She then turned in my direction. She extended her hand that held the book. I looked down at it and gasped as I realized it's the book that my family has held in their possession for generations.

This is one of Mexico’s wealthiest families. What brings them here? They all leaped to their feet and cheered when Liam scored another goal. Why? Do they know my son? And how in the world is that even possible? Is my wife considered a member of this family? No, such a thing is not possible. After all, Manuel is the father of only three sons: Eduardo, Hugo, and Pedro. And his brother only fathered boys. What brings them here? I was deep in contemplation at the time. The Mendoza family had left their seats to see Liam after the game had ended. I saw my son leap onto Manual for a hug and give him a high five, and then they all began fighting for him. Everyone wanted to carry him.

"So tell me about yourself?" "Um,There's not much to tell honestly. My life is pretty boring."I've always hated talking about my life to anyone else, most have it better than I do.I felt embarrassed to have no one. "Boring you are not."He looked at me and smirked."What about family?" "I never had much in the way of family. My Dad ran out on my Mom and I when I was young.It was just me and her until she died when I was fifteen."

"When you were forcing Shawn to get on his knees, you didn't think about us being family. When you were calling him an escort, you didn't think about blood being thicker than water. Starting today, we have no ties to each other!" Mom's words rang out with finality, and Dad nodded emphatically beside her. My throat tightened, and I walked over to hold Mom's hand. That was my family, the ones who would always have my back when it mattered. When Aunt Patricia realized the emotional manipulation was not working, she started throwing a fit. "I can't go on living anymore! My own nephew is driving me to death! My son is still a manager at a big company! I'll have him expose you!"

the Shared-Sense System asked. I looked at Rayden, the brother who had just kicked me. Then I glanced at my second brother, Nelson Tandham. He stood at the railing in wire-rim glasses, cheering as if this were a sporting event. Finally, I looked at my eldest brother, Justin Tandham. He was the one who made the decision back then. He was the one who turned me into a human psychic shield. Choosing felt impossible, so I stopped trying to be fair. "Can I bind all of them?" I asked. "Every member of my family."

The Vane family's collapse continued. Ever since Dante's meltdown that night, the Vane Enterprises stock had plummeted twice in three days. The Rossi family pulling their investments was the first domino, triggering a chain reaction. Banks started calling in loans, and partners were cutting ties. The Vane couple seemed to have aged ten years overnight. They tried reaching out to Elara, but it was like shouting into the void. And the most panicked person in the mansion was Serena. Her parents and brother had suddenly turned on her, leaving her no choice but to run to Dante.

“I heard that the man who handed my father to Bill was paid a large sum of money. But the Rockefellers didn’t treat him as family, viewing him as a money-making machine. When my dad’s business was running well, our whole family became a nuisance to them…” “The Holy Book was the reason why my dad had to fake his death and run away. My mother, Brittany, also had part of her soul taken away from her…” Alex mumbled as he healed Nolan’s wounds with the Ultimate Book of Medicine. “Sir, I have no idea where this is. I came here by accident, and I heard about your grudges against the Fourcade’s.” “You don’t have to worry about me trying to take the book from you because I have no interest in it.”

“Then choose quickly. The curse won’t wait.” Inside, arguments rose again as the storm outside broke open with rain. The family was on the edge of collapse, debts looming, enemies circling, curses tightening. Yet in the middle of it all, Gail opened her notebook again, writing furiously, her words spilling like the rain: This family is not cursed. We are only human. Broken, but still breathing. And while we breathe, we fight. Her pen scratched on, even as the walls shook with thunder. The gathering storm was only beginning.

Asher pointed the gun at the man, and he flinched. "Boss... I found something about the man..." Lucas uttered as he brought out his phone. "Name, James Ford. 5'8 feet tall, wife, Evelyn Smith, and three children, five years, three years, and three months respectively. His wife currently has a three-month-old baby girl, and his mom is hospitalized," Lucas read from his phone, and the man's eyes slowly narrowed in shock. "Pl... please... Don't harm my family," The man's voice quivered and his body trembled as he pleaded with Asher.

Their faces twisted in confusion, anxiety flickering in their eyes. Whenever they wanted me to give something up, they’d slap me with one hand and offer candy with the other. It never failed to work. All they had to do was take the first step and reach out, and I’d cave every time. This time, no one was on the other end of the call, eagerly calling them “Mom” and “Dad.” “Honey, Laura’s not exactly the sharpest at work, so why do you keep spoiling her? When we’re gone, she’ll burn through the family’s fortune in no time.