The Family Man Book Novels & Stories

"A baby brother?" "Yes, sweetie," I whispered as I leaned closer. "You, me, your daddy, and your new little brother are going to be a perfect family. You won't ever need to think about her again." Kenny looked down at his book. Only then did I notice that he was reading a book about families. The page he was on read: "A family comprises a father, a mother, and their children." I patted his cheek. “If you miss your mum so much, you can call me mummy.”

However, Mom appeared far from panicked and just smiled. Nathan asked me, "What did the police say? Maybe the law can’t save you right away, but if you want a divorce, if you want to cut ties with them, we’ll stand by you." He barely finished when my mother sneered. "You really are a saint, aren't you?" Fury darkened his face. "I’m not a saint. Just more human than you." Smiling coldly, she stepped closer and placed the prenatal report right into his hand. My heart thundered like a drum.

Meaning since I was thirteen, that woman had been watching me, day and night. Watching me study till dawn, watching me work myself to the bone for the family, watching every time I naively thought I could win her love. While she was just calculating how to milk every last drop of value out of me. I was a literal lab rat. Monitored 24/7. Locked in a luxurious cage, using my own flesh and blood to pave the way for a bunch of parasites. I laughed out of pure anger, but tears streamed down my face. That was upper-class family warmth for you.

"Don't blame Connie, Mom. It's my fault. I have caused you so much trouble. I shouldn't have taken the coat from her…" Before she finished, Dad grabbed me and slammed me to the ground. He roared, "A cold-blooded thing like you doesn't deserve to live in this loving family!" I cried and begged him to stop. But the more I cried, the more he was convinced that I felt no remorse. His claws landed harder and harder. Mom and Nathan stood at a distance, their faces indifferent. It was as if I weren't part of the family, just a filthy rogue they didn't recognize.

Because I didn't believe it either. Dante had been back in New York for less than two months, but for the four years before that, he had been running the Chicago side of the family business, and Claire and Leo had been there the whole time. He had not come back for Nico and me. He came back because Claire said she wanted to return with her son. So he brought them home, settled them in, and put Leo into the training slot that should have belonged to Nico. Even today, when my son had been crying for him in the smoke, he still chose another child first.

She had watched her brothers and sisters try to find themselves again as their parents divorced as if it really was the basic structure for their own lives. As she got to the club, she saw a few other faces that she knew. It wasn’t like they lived in a big area, so it wasn’t uncommon to run into the family that she had grown up with alongside her own. This night she saw three of the men from that family and two of her own brothers as well. She shook her head. She looked down at herself and knew one or more of them would have something to say. She found her friend, Marco. They went to a booth that he had reserved. “Sorry, kids, I forgot that this is the happening place.” He chuckled.

Kent stopped and looked back. “Try anything stupid and everything you thought you had will disappear like a speck of dust,” the man gestured, snapping his fingers. Kent quickly rushed outside and came back in a matter of seconds with the manuscript in his hand sweating and breathing heavily. “You see? Did I have to threaten you,” the man patted Kent’s shoulder. “Don’t hurt my family. I’m just an editor,” Kent begged. “I don’t have control over the stories brought to me.” The man collected the manuscript and read the title out loud - "THE FAMILY THAT KILLS TOGETHER STAYS TOGETHER by Ludo Sakala."

“It was a family from Lieren City!” “I know that. I was asking, who in that d*mned family hired you?” He calmly asked. The poor man’s lips trembled, unable to utter another word. “I know your son is about to graduate elementary school, right?” “And your wife has a bustling small restaurant, right?” “I wonder what would happen if your home and restaurant also… burned?” “NO!!! DON’T TOUCH MY FAMILY!!!!” The man puffs the smoke out of his mouth. “I don’t even want to touch your family. Can’t you see how I’m only touching you? That’s how kind I am to your innocent family.”

“I trust my guts, Mastermind!” “Then let`s beat him at his own game, instead.” The bell rang, lunch was over. A few weeks later, I came across this book titled “The Autocratic Family” at the storeroom. It seemed outdated but I took it anyway so I could get some knowledge about this gang and why it came about to split. The book gave me what I wanted to know; I felt like it was going to lead me to where I wanted- who killed my brother? It took me a week and a half to read a book that was as triple as large as the holy book.

“My dad wanted me to give this to someone who could use it, and I chose this family. What is inside this briefcase gives you and your family a new beginning.” Jonathan and Desmond nod and smile in admiration, “family is important, sir.” Joshua glanced over at Winter, knowing how much she loved her brothers. “Without family, unity is like a layer of salt that resolves in water, making us all transparent. What you have, sir, is an amazing Family. I do believe that Desmond and Jonathan will get their life in order. Sir, you and Mrs. Welman should consider spoiling your gestures,” He clicks open the briefcase and sees 100 dollar bills stacked in it.