Novels by Dr Uncle

Chapter 8 : Epilogue - Still BeatingLong after the wine was finished and the laughter faded into memory, the stories lived on. Not just in journals or whispered confessions, but in the quiet ways each of them walked differently now.Davina began hosting Sunday brunches, her door always open, her heart no longer hidden. She and Tich didn’t rush. They simply chose each other again and again, with small gestures that meant everything.Emmy started writing a column as anonymous at first, then proudly hers, on love and loss and everything in between. Readers found her voice honest, familiar, healing. She wasn’t afraid to love again. But she never forgot to love herself first.Sofia volunteered at a local shelter, helping women find their strength. She spoke less about Caleb and more about hope. Every time she touched a hand or offered a smile, it was her way of saying, "I’m still here. And I’m still whole."And Max, he built a small studio behind his flat. Not for fame, but for the twins.

Chapter 7 : To Love Again - Letters to the HeartLife moved on for the rest of the team but not without leaving its fingerprints.Davina stood backstage at a small jazz venue, watching Tich tune his guitar before his performance. She wore a soft lavender dress and held a bouquet he’d brought her earlier: wildflowers and eucalyptus. He had invited her to meet his sister that night, a gentle step into the next layer of their bond. As Tich stepped into the light, Davina didn’t just smile. She glowed.Across town, Emmy sat in a bookstore café scribbling in her notebook when a voice broke her focus.“Are you always this intense when you write?”She looked up to find a man with kind eyes and crooked dimples watching her curiously.“Only when I’m falling in love with my characters,” she said with a sly grin.They talked. She laughed so easily. She gave him her number, not because she needed someone, but because she wanted to see what might bloom.Sofia, meanwhile, walked through the garden b

Chapter 6: The ReunionWeeks passed. Quietly at first, then all at once. Winter loosened its grip, and the world began to soften at the edges. Trees hinted at green, mornings carried light a little longer, and somewhere beneath the surface of their separate lives, something stirred, a shared longing to reconnect, to reflect, to breathe in the presence of those who knew their fractures without flinching.Davina sent the message without overthinking it.Dinner? My place. Just us.No explanations. No apologies. Just an opening.They all came.Emmy arrived first, as she always did, bringing a bottle of red wine and a cascade of stories that filled the room before she even took off her coat. She looked lighter somehow, less guarded, though traces of weariness still lingered in her eyes. Sofia followed soon after, arms full of flowers she’d picked herself, their scent fresh and grounding. Max arrived last, holding a neatly wrapped dessert and wearing a quieter version of himself, less perfo

Chapter 5 : Max's ReckoningThe days after that night with Davina, Emmy, and Sofia felt unusually quiet. Max, who had always found noise comforting club beats, laughter, flirtation now found himself sitting still, thinking.He couldn’t name the feeling at first. It wasn’t guilt, nor was it regret. It was something slower, heavier: the sense that maybe, just maybe, he wanted more than stories and one-night memories.That’s when Mia called.He had met her a few months earlier at a private rooftop event. Older, elegant, commanding in presence. She was a mystery wrapped in silk and red lipstick, and Max had been drawn in like a moth to flame. Their chemistry had been immediate. Their nights together, luxurious.But Mia came with rules to Max, no questions, no expectations, and no entanglements.She called him again one evening and invited him over. He went without hesitation, but this time, something felt different. She poured him a glass of whiskey, sat closer than usual, and looked at h

Chapter 4 : The Machinegun MythMax was known by many names, some whispered in admiration, others in warning. But to those closest to him, he was simply Max: the guy with the easy smile, the soul-deep laugh, and the dangerous charm of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.By profession, he was a DJ. By instinct, a wanderer. Nights were his canvas he painted with rhythm, moved crowds with beats, and lost himself in the pulse of midnight energy. But even under the strobe lights and bass drops, Max was a paradox. Outwardly bold. Inwardly restless.He’d earned his nickname Machinegun not from violence but from his reputation. Tales of his stamina, his sensual daring, his relentless allure. Women adored him. Men envied him. But very few knew the real Max. Not even the trio of women who trusted him with their secrets: Davina, Emmy, and Sofia.One evening, they all gathered at Davina’s place for wine and stories under fairy lights. The conversation turned, as it often did, to romance. So

Chapter 3 : A Long WinterSofia stood at the edge of her bedroom window, the pale morning light spilling across her bare feet. Outside, the city buzzed with life cars honking, dogs barking, vendors shouting but inside, her apartment was a cocoon of stillness. Not peace. Just silence.Her breakup had been nearly a year ago, but its echoes lingered. A man she had loved with the depth of a promise had left her without so much as a proper goodbye. One morning, he just stopped answering. She spent weeks waiting for a message that never came. Months learning how to live in the absence of answers.She tried distractions. Dinner with friends, yoga classes, new hobbies. Even a brief flirtation with a dating app. But nothing fits. No one touched her the way he had. Not just physically, but wholly.“I don’t want a toy,” she confessed one night over wine to her friend Emmy, who had suggested a cheeky purchase as a solution to Sofia’s loneliness. “I want a man. I want warmth. The weight. The breat