They left the mob behind. Normal life didn't get the memo. Luka wants a quiet senior year, Rico wants rules, and Dante wants chaos with plausible deniability. The only thing they all agree on? Staying low profile is harder when your instincts were built for war and your little brother keeps lighting the fuse. This is a reader-directed story, you get to help shape it, so jump in with me on the fun. This is a sequel to The Price For Blood. MxF relationships and family focused

Ryan Navarro traveled eleven hundred miles to the one place he swore he wouldn't go. Gavin left to escape their father's escalating psychological abuse and never came back. No calls. No explanations. Just silence, and a new life Ryan was never invited into. Now Ryan's on his brother's doorstep, bruised, furious, and nowhere else to go, wanting to hate Gavin and needing him anyway. Reconnecting should be simple. It isn't. Because the closer they get, the more the past resurfaces, and Ryan's temper threatens to burn the only second chance he's got. And Gavin is forced to face past mistakes and fears. But as the brothers push through the distance and the old wounds, they start to uncover the truth neither of them expected. They didn't just survive the same man. They became more alike than they ever knew. And their bond grew to depths neither of them knew they both needed. Will their fathers return ruin that bond, or strengthen it? This is a transformation story so you're not going to get perfect characters. In the beginning they are distant and this story is how they both change and grow together again. If you don't like seeing rough ugly characters in the beginning, then watch them change throughout this probably isn't the story for you. *Disclaimer this story does contain emotional, psychological, and physical abuse by a father. MxF relationships and family focused

I'm not a boy, but I'm not a man either. What I am is eighteen, standing in a truck stop parking lot, abandoned by a father who designed me to be quiet, useful, and too afraid to ask for help. Then a smart-mouthed contractor with a habit of bringing home strays looked at me and couldn't walk away. Lynk gave me a job, food, safety, and the first bed I'd ever slept in that didn't live above wheels. His wife, Kilah, gave me kindness, warmth, and an education I was never supposed to have. My father taught me rules that controlled me. Lynk taught me rules that protected me. The longer I stayed with them, the more I wanted to believe I could keep that life. A home. A family. A place where I'm more than just a tool to my father. But wanting it only made me more terrified of losing it when they learned the truth about me and my father. Then Dad came back. And he doesn't just threaten to take me away. He threatens to break everything Lynk and Kilah taught me how to build. I thought I was the one hiding the worst secrets. I had no idea my father had buried bigger ones.

"What if you woke up one day... believing you were six years old, while the world had moved on without you?" At fifteen, Rudra Oberoi survives a life-saving surgery-but loses nine years of memories. In his mind, he is still a cheerful six-year-old waiting for his mother to come home. The only problem is... she died years ago. The faces around him have changed, cousins have grown into adults, and the mirror reflects a stranger he refuses to believe is himself. Every day, he searches for the life he remembers, while his family struggles to protect him from a truth that could shatter him all over again. Some wounds heal with time. Others begin the moment you forget. A story about memory, grief, family, and learning to love a life you no longer remember.

A story about 3 siblings and their extra hovering , protective , loving parents .. join the story to see their journey and how they navigate their problems .. What happens when they encounter a problem they hadnt thought and how they deal with it and find their way back to each other .. how to save their haven from breaking apart ..

Some families look perfect from the outside... Three sons... Successful parents... A perfect life... But sometimes the quietest child in the family carries the loudest pain... A story about expectations, silence, complicated relationships, hidden dreams... and the things people realize only when it's too late...

United they stand, united they fall. Akshat, Avi, and Athrav - three brothers, one heart, one family.

Eli has spent fifteen years being fine. No father, no history, no last name that means anything-just a foster placement in Kansas, a job he wasn't supposed to have, and a very specific list of foods he can eat without his body staging a protest. Fine. Manageable. His. But somehow, hitting a wine bottle at a customer leads him to a family and a home he doesn't recognize. Aleksandr Volkov has spent twelve years looking for his youngest son. He was not prepared for what fifteen years of fine looks like up close. ➜ cover by @sugararmy07

Seven older brothers. One crowded house. They gave him a place to live- but forgot to give him a home. Growing up, his life was perfectly organized on paper, but entirely empty in reality. To his seven older brothers, he was a responsibility to manage rather than a sibling to love. In the chaotic rush of looking after him, they completely missed him, leaving him to grow up isolated and invisible in the middle of a loud family. But you can't ignore a brother forever. When the emotional distance between them finally shatters, seven older brothers are forced to face the truth: they kept him safe, but they completely forgot to raise him. Now, they have to figure out how to stop being just guardians, and finally learn how to be big brothers.

ASP Arham Afraz, a man whose world had shrunk to crime scenes, cold bullets, and the relentless pursuit of justice. Until one phone call changed everything. "Your father, Afraz Meer, has been in an accident." A pause. "Your mother was also in the car." Mother? They must mean his father's second wife. Then came the final blow. "Your father has named you the legal guardian of your younger siblings." Wait... what? Siblings? Guardian? Did he hear that right? ____________________ Two brothers lived under the same roof, yet the bond between them was tangled in places neither of them knew how to reach. The elder one had grown up in the shadow of loss. A childhood carved by unanswered questions, by grief that arrived too early, by a night that stole more than any child should be forced to lose. And then there was the stepbrother. Unlike the older one, he had grown up wrapped in warmth, surrounded by voices that called his name with affection. He had always believed love was something you gave freely, something people naturally returned. Until his elder brother entered the house. That was when he first felt it, the distance. A quiet, cold space between them he couldn't understand, one that made him question himself in ways he never had before. For the first time, he felt unseen. At first, he mistook the pull in his chest for guilt, a silent ache telling him he owed something to the elder one whose place in the family had been dimmed for his sake. But as time passed, he understood it wasn't guilt at all. It was longing. Longing for something he had never had to fight for before, a whole family. ______________________ In that same city, buried in some random orphanage, was a boy with a switchblade tongue. On the surface, he was pure friction, sarcastic, volatile, and permanently looking for a fight. But if you stripped away the armor, right there in the smallest corner of his chest, was a kid who just wanted a place to belong. _____________________