The Mikaelsons Family Novels & Stories

“I know you think Gareth sent me.” I stayed silent. Because honestly? Yes. “Yes,” she whispered sadly. “That’s fair.” The honesty caught me off guard. Mikaela looked down at her hands. “He’s been pressuring my family for months.” My attention sharpened immediately. “How?” “Political alliances. Financial support. Promises.” Bitterness flickered across her face briefly. “My father thought aligning with Gareth would strengthen our house.” “And you?” Her eyes lifted toward mine quietly. “I think Gareth scares me.”

Mikaelson held me back. ~~~END OF FLASHBACK ~~~~ My mother was right, in a way, everything did seem alright for a while. The Mikaelsons treated me like family. Claire, their daughter, became the sister I never had. Life with the Mikaelsons was like a fairy tale. Claire and I went to parties together, and I even had a boyfriend. I forgot my worries, my pain, and my past. But fairy tales don’t last forever.

"Shit!" Micah scrambled up from the ground, pointing at Woody and loudly scolding, "You've caused a huge disaster! Do you even know who the Whales family of Kingsvale is? I can't believe you killed their son! "Brandon is their most favored child. Now that he's dead, we'll all be buried with him!" Woody cast a cold glance at Micah. From the moment he had entered the bar earlier, Micah had been lying on the ground like a corpse, looking severely injured and weak.

“But he's not my family.” “We're family,” Mia interjected. “You should trust your daughter more!” “Daughter?” Mickle laughed sarcastically. “And my daughters are negotiating with their father.” “Because we're a family of politicians,” Mia said hastily. I waited in silence for an answer. When the tension subsided, Mickle tapped me on the shoulder. “I can give you what you want. But you have to give me what I want.” “Deal!” I subconsciously clenched my hands when I agreed.

They wouldn't touch that subject; they would only watch from a distance to see how real their connection was. Returning to the present, after their last kiss earlier today, there was a gathering in the grand, white-fronted house of the Mikaelsons. This somewhat private yet perfect gathering was in honor of the dark-haired guy's father's birthday. Therefore, he invited the Jackson family - the ones with whom they had always had a personal and professional understanding - to spend the afternoon joking, chatting, and laughing, temporarily forgetting about work. Now, they were all sitting in tall wooden chairs around a large, sweet-smelling wooden table with a simple decoration in honor of the b

As far as family goes, they’re all I have… and Tyler doesn’t know anyone else. The thought hits me out of nowhere. They’re my family—but is Tyler part of it now, just because we’re married? Even though the marriage wasn’t planned and I’m only staying here for three months? What do I even call him that doesn't sound strange? He’s my husband… but is he a part of my family? This wasn’t supposed to be so complicated. When I reach my room, I unlock my phone. Several missed calls from my uncle and aunt. Two messages from Max. One from Vanessa. A few emails—definitely work-related—so I ignore them.

However, it was hard to defeat all the teams as the Jones, Damien, and Michel Families were all in the picture. Hilda was familiar with the Jones and the Damien's, but she found the Michel's to be the most challenging one to deal with. The inner structure of the Michel Family wasn't very stable and established, and all the members of the family were extremely devilish and vicious individuals. In the past, after Kyle killed his father and siblings to overtake the Michel Family at the young age of 19, there were many family members who expressed dissatisfaction toward the situation. They would step forward to create trouble every now and then, and Hilda's opponent was precisely the group of pe

“I will not tolerate any form of accusation against a member of my family.” Family? That word burned. She used to be my family. My mate and now she sat here smiling at him like she belonged. Damn him I leaned back, shrugging like I wasn’t fazed by his outburst. “I’m only looking out for the interest of both packs. You can’t tell me you’d ignore the possibility of having a mole in your midst. We can’t afford that.” June cut in quickly, her tone sharp as a blade. “Mikaela is not a spy. She’s loyal to this family.”

This should be interesting. Sitting here at the dinner table is surreal. I quickly realized that this family is more than likely a mafia family. Again I don’t care. What I was surprised to learn from Brett was that both families are mafia and that Breayna and Byanca are the head of theirs. I don’t know much about mafia families but I know that having women as the head of the family is strange. Darryn’s family has been very warm and inviting. This was the first dinner for Reighly, Luke, and me and so far everything was going well. Mikal told the entire family that he is gay and that he and Luke are dating. Apparently, this was not a huge surprise, well him being gay. his parents tell

Nine out of ten times, Michael found only empty halls and echoing footsteps. The one who seemed to notice-and sometimes tolerate-his persistence was Elias Frost, the Frost Family's sharp-tongued young patriarch. Their families shared business dealings, though Michael, a long-lost illegitimate son returning from a distant pack, had no real place in those circles. Elias had heard rumors about him, of course, but no business had ever required their interaction-until now.