The Family Remains Novels & Stories

Christmas, complete. Family, expanding still. Everything exactly as it should be.

After hearing Mom’s words, Nathan recoiled from me as if I carried a plague. Turning to the other media and bystanders, he raised his voice. "This is a family matter. We shouldn’t interfere. Her parents and husband are all OB-GYNs. Three doctors wouldn’t misdiagnose the fetus together. And if there really were an issue, the police would’ve resolved it at the station already. We’re talking about an unborn child here. Don’t stir up gossip or feed on someone’s tragedy." With that, he waved for his team to leave. His parting glance at me was laced with pure loathing.

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung a machete and chopped it into the coffee table. CRASH! Glass flew everywhere. Following his orders, bright red paint was splashed all over the room. Father collapsed amid the mess, watching paint drip down their family portrait, covering his face as he wept. This had been hand-sewn by his deceased wife. Twenty years ago, his wife had held their newborn daughter and smiled, saying the family would always be together. Now his biological daughter was missing, and the house was in chaos because of the Omega he had favored and adopted.

I never imagined she had kept hers all this time. A faint engraving shimmered inside the band. [Harry, my family.] Tears streamed down my face without warning and fell onto the cold ring. I suddenly remembered the second thing she had said to me before dying in our previous lifetime. “If there’s another life, your only family should be me.” So, it had not been a curse. It had been her wish. Unfortunately, that wish never came true in either lifetime. In the end, I returned home with Philip. I did not visit anyone. I asked him to take me to her grave.

Thank you," I say. Daddy, there are around 188 members in your family who are still alive. About 5,000 members of your family died, but twenty-seven people survived and produced one hundred and eighty-eight peaches. "Where is my family, if they are still living, as you claim?" "Hmm, Daddy, based on your inquiries, you don't believe your family is still living. We don't need to go any further. If we keep telling you what occurred, you're going to pass out. We've hinted that some of your relatives are still living. Let's call it a day. Junior, please assist Dr. in retiring to his room." Beauty wanted to give me a peg as the two visitors exited the VIP room. I yelled at her because she smelled

As a happy family. THE END.

As a family. And we would stay that way. Forever.

Gerald coughed awkwardly, swiftly changing the subject to a safer territory. "Anyway, Vance Manor was tragically consumed by a mysterious fire, which remains an unsolved cold case to this day. Once the Vance family got eradicated, the Nelson family vanished from the face of the earth as well. No one has any idea where the members are right now. The Alvarez family is the only family left. Currently, the Alvarez family is the biggest dominating family out there. How is it possible for that family to be unaffected by the tragedy?" The things Gerald mentioned were public knowledge.

Forever. The Vaughn family thrives. And they'll keep thriving. Always.

We were family. And family doesn't break. Not now. Not ever.