The Family Upstairs Kindle Novels & Stories

But I knew if I softened even a little, I would be dragged back in forever. So I said no. Outside, the air felt lighter. My best friend later scolded me, saying I should have divided the property before cutting ties. But I was done arguing. Endless resentment would only make me sick. Now, every dollar I earned belonged to me. Sooner or later, I would have my own place in this city. Three months later, my cousin called again. "Guess what?" "What?" "Uncle Tim got completely cleaned out by that salon girl. Came back broke and tried to sell the house, but Brian said no. He needs that house to find another wife. They fought again. Uncle Tim had a stroke. Brian refused treatment, mortgaged the hou

“That’s because you landed on my arm!” “Maybe if you hadn’t been standing in my way—” “Maybe if you could walk straight—” Frank waves his hand, still laughing. “Well, that’s one way to start a love story.” “Yeah,” I mumble, glaring at Tyler. “Real romantic.” After dinner, Vivian insists on showing me the house. Tyler stays behind with his dad, probably pretending to help with the dishes. Vivian leads me upstairs, chatting non-stop about the family, about Tyler’s childhood, about everything in between. Her energy is infectious — warm and kind, like sunlight on a cold morning.

"It's not a big deal." She smiled against my chest and patted me on the back. "I'll go get the trash bags." Four large, black bags later, the two of us lugged the heavy plastic down the stairs and into the garage. Hensley stopped in the kitchen, waving me on. "I'm going to grab a duster. None of that stuff upstairs has seen a rag in ages. Why don't you start organizing the books into piles?"

I know this burner phone is the connection to her family. While I was on the phone to my pack making arrangements to have someone come clean and fix Maeve’s shop, I snuck upstairs. Three bedrooms. While the scent of the goons was up there, I could smell the family scent much more strongly. One female, one male and I’d bet my future position as CEO that they are both juveniles.

I was taken aback, afraid that his words wouldn't deter my parents but would instead make them think he was an ostentatious, ignorant "naive boy." As expected, Bennett exaggeratedly laughed, "What did you say? You want the Greene family to disappear! What do you think the Greene family is? A tree, a blade of grass, or even a garden that you can casually uproot? Let me tell you, our family has been passed down—" "Shut up!" Just then, a voice came from upstairs. "If a family can't even properly protect its own flesh and blood and needs an outsider to back it up, then it's a sign of decline and impending destruction!"

"It's your fault! It's all your fault! You ruined our family! Give me back my Jasmine!" "Hack... Hack... Dad... let go..." Carrie's face turned purple from being choked, and she struggled desperately. Mom crawled over and gripped Dad's leg tightly. "Honey, snap out of it! Even if you strangle Carrie to death, Jasmine won't come back to life!" "I don't care! She has to pay!" Dad was like a madman, his eyes bloodshot. "It's her fault! She's the one who killed my daughter! My Jasmine..."

Two rows of sharp-looking guys in black, guns in hand, were waiting. As Julian passed, they all dipped their heads in perfect unison, a silent acknowledgment of absolute power. "Don't pay them any mind." Julian's voice was right there beside her. "On this island, you don't have to answer to anyone." He kept his hand in hers all the way, and they got into a Rolls-Royce that drove them to his place. Through the wide hall, they headed up to the fifth floor. Elara looked up. The whole floor was ridiculously big. Her bedroom alone was over a thousand square feet, all done in pink, making it look like some kind of dream palace.

Femi said and he’d my waist leading me up the stairs. At the top of the stairs there was a small chilling spot. It was cute and furnished with nude colours. Whites, creams, beige. I loved it. It had a smaller tv, likely forty three inches from Life’s good. “Welcome to the chilling spot. Here you can just lay down and read a book or rest your head. Watch a series. It’s kind of like a family lounge. Visitors can’t come up here except it’s family. You get.” Femi said. “Oh I love it here” I said and sat on the couch. “Honestly babe, I can imagine us here”

she said, glancing over her shoulder at me, “There’s something special about family, even a new one. You may not feel it yet, but they care about you.” I looked up at her, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Yeah, I know. It’s just… a lot to process. I’m still getting used to everything.” “And that’s okay,” she replied warmly, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. “Just remember, no matter how big or small, family is always there for you. Even when they’re not physically present, they’re still part of you.” I nodded, appreciating her kindness, though the words didn’t entirely soothe the unease bubbling inside me. Just then, I heard a loud thump from upstairs, followed by the unmistakable sound

“That’s it—scream into his dick, cousin. No one upstairs can hear you over the storm anyway.” The thunderstorm raged louder now, lightning flashing through the small basement windows and illuminating their cruel, lust-filled faces. I felt completely exposed, degraded, and used—my own family turning me into their personal fucktoy while the adults argued upstairs about Grandma’s latest drama. The taboo of it all only seemed to make them harder.