The Family Upstairs Characters Mga Nobela at Kwento

He could rest as much as he could. But the house was large, and there were places to walk, which was more comfortable than in the hospital. Because her body was inconvenient, she moved from the upstairs to the downstairs, and Gloria also lived downstairs. Ronald ordered himself to live upstairs. The relationship between the characters in the family was very subtle, but it was very harmonious. Most of the time, Melissa felt that she was like an acting mother. But after thinking about it carefully, she thought that she was the acting mother-in-law, wasn't she?

Camille inhaled, ready to turn toward her old room, but his voice stopped her again. "Not there." He lifted a hand, pointing toward the staircase. "Your room is up there." Her brows furrowed slightly. That was the family residence. Why would her room be up there? "You are family," the General said, his gaze unwavering. "So it's only right you stay up there with the rest of the family." Her chest tightened as she followed the direction of his finger, her mind a swirl of emotions. She would have preferred the warmth of her old room, but—her son was up there. It was only right for her to adjust to her new status.

"Cece, relax. She’s not some evil witch running a candy trap. It’s just cake." She and her husband each tried a piece. When there were still a few slices left, Yulia suggested dropping them off to the neighborhood kids. I didn’t object. Maybe I was being paranoid. Overthinking. But that feeling in my chest ? It wasn’t going away. After dinner, we all headed upstairs early. Harper, Tang, and I got comfortable in the upstairs sitting room and turned on the TV. I flipped through a few channels and stopped on some over-the-top sci-fi show.

“It’s fine, Naomi. You seem to have a problem with me now that you are a part of this family.” Though stunned, I quickly got a grip on myself and declined the suggestion. To my surprise, Keith agreed without getting my consensus. I was disgruntled. It was absurd enough that I had to share a bed with my mother-in-law on my wedding night, but she took up the space between me and my husband too. Whitney glanced at me before sprawling herself across the sanctity of my bed. “A good wife shouldn’t be so petty. You should be kind to your husband’s family.”

She started crying like a child. "Let's go upstairs and talk about it." Mrs. Hart turned to us as Jazz let go of her. "Boys, I'll take Jazz upstairs. Enjoy yourselves, and don't leave. Stay for dinner. Oh, except for Henry because his wife is waiting for him." Mrs. Hart laughed a bit. "It's okay, Auntie. I'll just—" "Shut up, man. Go home to your wife if you don't want to get beaten," Gerald said, cutting him, and laughed.

“Time to meet your real family.” The metal staircase groaned beneath their feet as they went upstairs. The second floor was an open loft with exposed beams and walls covered in graffiti—some artistic, some angry. Flickering string lights looped from ceiling to beam like spiderwebs of light, casting shadows that moved like ghosts. A dozen people lounged around the room. Some sat on ragged couches; others perched on crates or broken armchairs. As Ethan stepped in behind Rowan and Jace, heads turned and eyes locked on him. A pause settled over the space.

As his name suggested, he was very fat like a ball. Hearing that they would have to walk up more than 60 flights of stairs, he was scared out of his wits. "They must have turned off the general control. Those who can't walk upstairs will go to look for it. Those who can walk upstairs will follow me." said Little Apple. As soon as he finished speaking, his figure had already rushed out, and several figures quickly followed. Those who came from the Sky and Hill families had some martial arts foundation, so this was nothing.

"Hmm." Alessia nodded. Jessie had a good relationship with Bianca, and out of respect for Bianca, she would give Jessie face. Moreover, Jessie was the only person in the Ramirez family who looked somewhat pleasing to the eye. "Mommy, do we have visitors at home?" At this moment, there was a commotion upstairs, and Christian bounced down the stairs, followed by a reluctant Christopher. Upon hearing the sound, all three downstairs looked towards the stairs. When Jessie saw two identical little ones, she was completely stunned.

"Not yet, when the time is right, I will let you all meet!" Fannie, being innocent and understanding her mother's concerns, nodded her little head and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you to tell us." Charles pushed Fannie away and finally found the chance to speak, "Mommy, did you see that jerk of a father? Did he bully you?" Before Patricia could answer him, there was suddenly a loud commotion from upstairs. The ward that had been quiet all morning was now filled with the sounds of smashing and crashing. Knowing that Randy had woken up and started causing trouble, Patricia's breath hitched.

“Me and mommy lived in a big house. Other people lived there also.” “You lived in an apartment in an apartment building. But this house is a mansion where only our family lives. All of our family is not related by blood but we are still family. Like Franco, Nino and Bianca. They are our family even if Bianca isn’t my mother.” Nicholas nods his head as if he understands but I see the thoughtfulness and confusion in his big eyes. “Everyone in this house is eager to meet you. They have waited for so long. Long before you were born to meet you.” “Are there other children?”