The Perfect Family Novel Novels & Stories

enough for a couple of kids, and we were still discussing how that would work, which is why I was teasing Marcus about me becoming a house husband. After selling my business, I have decided to take it slow and only pick a few consulting gigs whenever I feel bored. I was getting acclimatized to Marcus's new world and even getting along with Tyler ok barely, but still that was progress. "HI, where did you?" Marcus asks softly. “I am just thinking how far we have come." I tell him hugging him close. "Yeah? It's been a roller coaster, but I wouldn't change it for anything. I am so glad you found me on that bridge that day. You Simon are my hero and my perfect man.“ I tear up because how does he

“That’s one way to put it.” He folded his arms, leaning against the piano. “You know this family. We’re loud. We’re protective to the point of insanity. We screw up, we overreact, we panic. But one thing we never do—ever—is let someone in halfway.” Trina stilled. Cameron’s voice softened. “You’re not just dating Adrian anymore. You’re part of us now.” Her breath caught. “You’re family,” he said simply. “Cross family. And not because of the baby or the drama or the headlines. Because you’ve been here, beside us, beside him, even when everything turned ugly.”

I heard my name calling me from sleep. I opened my eyes and I saw that it was Jayden who was calling me. I guess we are home already. He left without even saying a word, I came down from the car with my two heels in one of my hand and the other hand was holding my gown. "Woah!!!, What a beautiful sight to behold this night, this is a mansion. The living room was vast, with high ceilings and large windows that overlooked the garden. A fireplace made of marble and adorned with gold trim sat in the center of the room, surrounded by comfortable sofas and chairs

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.

Inside, a family that had been assembled from the available materials of impossible circumstances slept in their respective rooms, which were theirs, which had always been theirs, which would continue to be theirs. Some things, once true, stayed true. Author's note: "This is my favorite. Just this." KID. Kael doesn't know he's wise. He just is. These five chapters were the family years and they were my favorite to write. So the bittersweet part of this story begins to arrive. I'll be gentle. I promise. Thank you for reading every single chapter. You make this worth writing...

A family that wasn't perfect, but had overcome old wounds, conquered old fears, and, above all, learned that love is reborn every single day. It was the beginning of a new chapter. The family was complete. And yet... It continued to grow. One chapter had come to an end. Another was just beginning, in the most beautiful way possible.

“We deserve peace.” “You’ll have it,” I vow. “From now on, you’ll have nothing but peace, sweetness, and a family that adores you.” Her fingers slide weakly across my chest as she whispers, “Our family.” I nod, leaning in to press a soft kiss on her lips. Outside the window, the sun spills gold across the ward, lighting up the incubator where our son kicks his blanket away again, stubborn and fierce, just like his parents. And as Neriah breathes a contended against my chest, I know this is it. This is our hard-earned, well-deserved happy ending, Perfect in every broken, beautiful way.

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

Meaningful details. But still just details compared to what we had. Compared to who we’d become. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not one single moment. Not one sacrifice. Not one struggle. All of it had led here. To this family. This life. This peace. And it was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Exactly as it should be.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

There would be an advantage if Allisya couldn't come back home. "Why did only Aris disappear? Might as well make this whole family disappear. Let me take over this house." "Whoever kidnapped Aris should just finish off this whole family. There's an advantage to it—I'd become filthy rich," Risa said arrogantly. Ruling over a luxurious house had been her dream for a long time. She had supported Andre's business to success. Risa never had time to visit her son. But after his house burned down, Risa only had Andre to rely on. Only him, her only child.