The Family Upstairs Kindle Novels & Stories

I had stopped trying to psychoanalyse it somewhere around girl number four. But I was exhausted. Another moan from upstairs. Lord. Against my better instincts and my own personal sanity I went upstairs anyway, because this was the arrangement and I knew the arrangement and the arrangement kept my family fed and housed and medicated and that was what mattered. It was simple, really. Open the door. Watch him and whoever the girl of the day was scramble. Watch him cry. Cry with him, or at least approximate crying convincingly. Keep the roof over my head. Keep my family safe.

Just the shape of it, sufficient for her to understand that I had not found her through luck or through casual searching but through a deliberate process that had begun with a locked drawer and had ended on a quiet street in Las Cruces with a rosemary plant outside a pale door. She listened without interrupting. When I finished she was quiet for a moment. “The family,” she said carefully. “The Whitmore family.” “Yes.” “You grew up with them.” “For twelve years,” I said. She looked at her cup. Something moved across her face that was complicated enough to contain several things simultaneously. “Were you safe?” The question had the same quality as Mrs. Carter’s question in the kitchen the nigh

“And I guess some of your cousins. Apparently, nothing in my wardrobe is good enough though, because my dear mother insisted on taking me shopping Thursday.” “Where are they holding the gathering?” I asked. “She wasn’t sure yet, but she mentioned someplace called the Lounge,” she replied. “No idea where that is.” “I do,” I said. “It’s a restaurant at the top of a highrise in downtown. The family owns the whole building.” “No surprise there.” “It won’t be hard to keep an eye on things,” I said. “What do you mean? I don’t think you’re invited,” Sawyer argued. “You just showing up will look suspicious.”

“Ms. Harper, my father bought this house for me. What are you even doing here? This is a high-end neighborhood, you know. You wouldn’t be able to afford anything you’d break. I know you don’t really have any family left on your side. Unlike me, my parents would give me the moon if I asked.” She lazily ran her fingers through her hair with a smug expression. I could not be bothered to argue with her. I took out the property deed and said calmly, “This house belongs to me. Get out now.” After I said that, Rayan popped out from behind Sarah. He was holding the latest gaming console in his hands. “Mom, don’t take this the wrong way, but there’s a limit to showing off. If you could actually affor

The truth was that seeing my family slowly fall apart still hurt. But I could never forgive Frost, the man who had destroyed my family. At that moment, the scheduled email I had prepared was finally sent. It was delivered directly to the mailbox of the Federal Trade Commission. At the same time, it spread rapidly across the internet. The story instantly became a major topic of public discussion. Vivian was exhausting every connection and resource she had to save the family. Yet she kept running into invisible obstacles. By the time she discovered the truth, the Kramer Group had already been completely divided up.

"Tommy, we'll take you out after dinner. There's something going on nearby today. It'll be a lot of fun." Dad put his arm around my shoulders, the warmth of his palm seeping through my clothes, almost scalding. Talia quietly transferred some of her own money into my account, moving so carefully it was as if she were afraid of startling me. Mom sat across the table, smiling, her eyes full of quiet satisfaction. This family looked like they loved me, like everything was warm and perfect.

They came to search for something and they wouldn’t stop until they got it. Eleanor just sighed deeply and agreed, walking back to the living room and sitting on the red couch. They didn’t have the biggest house in the city, but it was enough to give their kids space. They never struggled financially, Eleanor was a doctor, which a lot of people were thankful for because it was hard to see doctors willing to help in those situations; her husband was a lawyer, but his job situation was a bit harder due to the crime mostly having stopped since the creatures arrived in the city. It was a two storey house placed the closest to the park, it had a beautiful garden perfect for their kids to play wit

Uncle Anand led him upstairs by a narrow wooden staircase attached to the wall. Up to the top, it felt even narrower because of the partitions used as rooms. There were four small rooms and the front like a family room. No chairs or tables. Just a worn out rug to sit on and tv near the wall. The room can be a family room or a place to receive guests. The two floors of Uncle Anand's house felt so cramped, the difference was that the lower floor was full of goods and production machines, while the upper floor was filled with furniture in every corner.

Satisfied, he grabbed his car keys and headed downstairs, eager for the caffeine fix waiting at his usual café. As he descended the stairs, however, a quiet murmuring reached his ears. His family was gathered in the living room—his mother, father, and younger sister Tabitha—all speaking in hushed tones, the air tense as if they were discussing something they didn't want him to overhear. Jonathan paused for a second on the bottom step, watching them curiously.