The Perfect Family Novel Novels & Stories

From the chaos and violence and corruption that almost destroyed us. To this. To home. To family. To love. “What are you thinking?” Alina asked sleepily. “That we did it,” I said. “We actually did it. Built something lasting from nothing but hope and stubbornness.” “And love,” she added. “Lots of love,” I agreed. Outside, motorcycles rumbled through the compound. Inside, Elena sighed in her sleep. And here, in this room, our weird, perfect family settled in for the night. Some truths didn’t need blood tests or legal documents or society’s approval.

At first it was Britany who had come close to getting between us , then the kids but this time I am going no where I am fighting for what should have been mine long time ago before now, I am going to fight for the place of my kids in this house. He wants me to go but I won’t go anywhere until he gets married to me. I watch my kids run to him and just what I wanted happened, they stopped staring into each other’s eyes and he focused on the kids. Then I walk up to him. “ Look at how lovely you and I and the kids look, We look like a perfect family” I said. He turn to me. “ What do you even know about a perfect family? He asked. “ What do you mean by that?! I retorted in anger.

At one point, Hailey climbed into my lap while David sat beside Caroline, explaining something about aeroplanes with absolute seriousness. The adults listened as though he were delivering a speech to parliament. The sight made me smile. Perhaps this was what victory actually looked like. A family sitting around a table, healing. Growing. Beginning again. As the evening slowly drew to a close, I looked around the room. Jane, Elliot, Caroline, Desmond, Hailey and David. This is what family looked like. People connected not by perfection, but by choice. People who had every reason to walk away. Yet remained. The future would not be perfect.

The Perfect Husband #57 In Rivercity,Helena shook her head looking at her husband. “Why would he go to that man?” “That man is his father.” “That man is the devil himself!” “Helly-“ “No! Adrian should know better than that. He shouldn’t want anything to do with that man and his million kids.” “If he could forgive you, why shouldn’t he try and work things out with his father?” “Because that man is the reason for me leaving! Adrian witnessed the abuse I endured because of that man. Every single day!” Her voice shook. “He can’t have us both.”

“I was expecting to be forgotten completely in fact. My family is a b**ch.” “You hate your family, that’s very much clear, but why are you still here? You could have gone back.” “I don’t hate my family,” she shakes her head. She stops from speaking further when the waiter arrives with our food. “I loathe my family. They are not even worthy of being called a family.” It’s crazy how the whole Thompson family is defaulted from the inside yet they manage to feign a perfect happy family. Money can’t buy happiness. The people around you give that feeling. The Thompsons are fueling their desires with money and burning their peace.

It consists of a family leader, Robin Dawson, who was old but still capable to carry out activities like a productive age, two spouses who aggressively fight each other because they were striving for power, their five married sons, and several grandchildren the same age as high school teenagers. The Dawsons were extremely wealthy. His family was well-respected and seemed like a perfect family. They also had relatively little clout in the government, making it easier to achieve all of the family's objectives. Unfortunately, despite family’s perfection, Jordan Dawson, the third son, had a disabled daughter. Of course, it was a shambles for the family. So another Jordan’s brother ploted to get

"Good afternoon. Please come in." Noah opened his door wide, letting Angel and Harriet in. One thing immediately crossed Angel's mind when she entered the Noah Family's house; simple. Angel knows her house is simple too, but Noah's family is simpler than her. Their front room was empty, so Noah immediately led Angel and Harriet into the living room. There was only a sofa with peeling leather, and a small television. There are also no photos hanging on the wall. Is this on purpose or maybe they haven't put it in yet?

Living like a prisoner in a jail, with the people I called my family—the people I loved despite everything, the people who shared the same blood as me—pressing a blade to my neck. “Dad, stop it,” Mia muttered, her face flushing as she smiled. “You’re embarrassing me.” Must I endure this just because I don’t want to be left alone? I was always alone, back in the orphanage, and even now, with the family I had always wanted. “Michael, isn’t Mia so cute? She took after me, right?” my mother said, her voice light and filled with pride. My father laughed heartily, nodding as he leaned over to kiss Mia’s forehead. His hand reached out to clasp hers, holding it tightly.They looked like a picture-per

I gave her a gentle kiss, and she responded with a pout, nodding to settle in. The nurse took the picture and handed me the phone. As we looked at it together, Ava and I exchanged a look, as if everything had been said, as if everything around us was perfect: we were a family. We had a beautiful family, with our flaws and I bet that, with future differences and arguments, like all families, but unlike what I had known before, our family was full of love. The end.

“It is not okay that you suffer for my mistakes. You are all perfect, and I am all a mess. And now, you are caught up in all this.” She chuckled. "Am Iperfect?” she implored, differing from his statement, “May I remind you that I was the disgrace of my family? That is why they did not think even for a second before trading me away the first chance they got? May I also remind you why I had to be locked up like a bad omen in my own home? It was because of my sins? I slept around, got pregnant, and got dumb, like, nadah! And lastly, may I also remind you that the reason we are now in this mess is because my sister told the world about it? Now, Mr. Adam, tell me where perfection is in all that.”