Technology’s been a game-changer for staying connected with my aunt in Taiwan. Instead of formal calls that feel like obligations, we play casual mobile games like 'Words with Friends'—she absolutely destroys me in Mandarin. When she sends voice messages about her day (always including what she ate, because that’s aunt law), I reply with exaggerated reactions to keep her laughing. Sometimes I’ll surprise her by having local snacks from her hometown delivered—last time she cried over pineapple cakes that tasted like her childhood. The key is low-pressure consistency over grand gestures.
Fitness tracking apps sound like an odd way to bond, but hear me out—my hypercompetitive aunt and I sync our step counts. The daily trash talk (her: 'I walked 12k steps at 70, where’s your youth?') keeps us connected without pressure. When she got sick last winter, seeing her step numbers drop clued me in before she admitted it. Now we send ridiculous workout selfies—her yoga poses with the cat interfering, me ‘weightlifting’ soup cans. It’s our weird little health check-in disguised as nonsense.
My aunt moved to another country years ago, and I really missed our weekend baking sessions. What worked for us was setting up a monthly 'virtual bake-along'—we pick a recipe, video call, and mess up our kitchens together. The time difference is annoying, but waking up early to see her laugh while my cupcakes collapse is priceless.
We also started a shared digital scrapbook where we drop random photos (her garden, my cat, ugly sweaters) with sarcastic captions. It’s those silly little interactions that keep us close. Last month she mailed me a jar of her famous chili flakes with a note that just said 'Emergency stash.' No big emotional speeches, just her way of saying she’s thinking about me.
Books became our bridge when my bookworm aunt retired to Portugal. We started a two-person book club—nothing fancy, just mailing each other battered paperbacks with sticky notes in the margins. Her mystery picks are always better than mine. When 'Demon Copperhead' made us both weepy, we had this 3AM rambling voice memo exchange that somehow turned into planning her imaginary detective novel. Now she sends me handwritten letters on pages torn from her gardening journal, complete with pressed flowers that crumble everywhere. It’s messy and imperfect and so very her.
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On our wedding day, my bride-to-be, Jody Simmons, disappears without a trace. All she leaves behind is a baby with a heart condition and a letter.
She writes, "Dami, I love you, but I've also fallen in love with Henry Ziegler. I can't officially make him mine. So, I've decided to travel around the world with him to make it up to him. I'll give you a chance to raise the child Henry and I have together. While we're away, let our child keep you company."
But why should I raise another man's child?
Six years later, I take my daughter to the airport to see my wife, Ivy Simmons, off on a business trip. When I turn around, I spot Jody pulling a suitcase behind her.
The moment she sees the little girl in my arms, her face lights up with delight.
She gushes, "Dami, is this Henry and my child? You've raised her so well! But Henry and I are already married overseas, so I can't marry you anymore. Don't worry, though. In my heart, you've always been my husband."
Looking at the striking resemblance between her features and my daughter's, I chuckle softly.
I say meaningfully, "Careful. Don't go around claiming someone else's daughter as yours. This is your cousin."
I have one job in this world, and that's to seduce my adopted uncle. I've been infatuated with him for as long as I remember and now that I'm home alone with him, I'm pulling every single trick in the box to get him to be with me. What I didn't anticipate was how interested he would be with it...
This is our forbidden love story.
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Layla has always been attracted to her Uncle Dante for as long as she can remember. When her parents leaves for a vacation, leaving just her and Dante home alone, she uses this opportunity to seduce him and bring him to her bed.
The two embark on a two-week long sexcapade, where all of Layla's dark desires is been fulfilled. But she's slowly falling in love with her Uncle and has no idea how to navigate the forbidden relationship she has with him... What will be the end result of their relationship?
Find out!!
Note: THIS IS A SPICY BOOK, WITH ELEMENTS OF BDSM, AGE GAP, REVERSE HAREM AND FORBIDDEN LOVE. THERE IS NO BIOLOGICAL RELATIONS BETWEEN THE CHARACTERS AND THE FL IS OF LEGAL AGE.
My mom calls me on Friday.
"Don't forget about tomorrow's family dinner. Cody loves shrimps, so you should buy more of those at the seafood market in the southern district.
"Lexi loves lamb chops. Go take a look in the eastern district for them. Also, don't forget to buy the imported strawberries. Noah loves them a lot."
I say yes to each and every request Mom makes.
But as soon as I end the call, I receive a text on the family group chat.
"I've already given Eileen a list of our favorite foods. It's tough for you to earn money these days, so you shouldn't buy anything."
One second later, that message is deleted.
Still, I'm flabbergasted by what I just read.
I've been married for two years. Every Saturday throughout those years, I'm the one paying and organizing the family dinner of the week.
I thought there's no need to be so petty when it comes to family. But it seems that they've already viewed me as the outsider a long time ago.
In that case, I won't be attending the family dinner anymore.
I've been in a long-distance relationship with Xavier Harrington for four years. Every time we meet up with each other, the first thing he says to me is, "You've gotten fatter… and shorter."
When my friend finds out about it, she jokes to me, "Maybe he has another girlfriend who's taller and thinner than you."
It's supposed to be a joke, and yet I take it seriously. It explains why I've decided to travel a span of 1,800 miles just to seek Xavier out at the city he's stationed to.
But that's when I accidentally stumble upon Xavier going on a stroll with a young woman side by side. I trail behind them, only to see them going to a cafe that's filled with people. There, they line up so that they can snap commemorative photos.
However, whenever Xavier's hanging out with me, he often turns my suggestions down impatiently. To him, lining up at such places is a waste of time.
Later on, Xavier and the woman secure a table in a restaurant. There, Xavier pulls out a chair for her before he starts setting out the cutlery for her. Even when the food is served, he will subconsciously push the woman's favorite dish in her direction.
For the first time ever in our relationship of eight years, I find out that Xavier can be caring when he feels like it.
I watch as Xavier chats animatedly with the woman at the table. He shares everything with her, be it the irritating experiences at work or the funny and interesting incidents that have happened to him so far.
Then, I lower my head to look at the short text messages Xavier has sent to me in the past.
"Time for work. It's lunch time. I'm about to nap."
Suddenly, I find my relationship with Xavier extremely boring, so I dig out the invitation sent by my company regarding their outstation request and tap on it.
After all, I no longer want anything to do with this flawed relationship anymore.
When my grandpa fell gravely ill and needed treatment abroad, the elders in the family decided to choose a junior to accompany him.
They picked my cousin, but my mom tearfully pleaded with me to take her place.
"You're a doctor. Caring for your grandfather is second nature to you. Bianca is an orphan, frail and delicate. She can't handle such a grueling task."
To save her distress, I agreed to go in Bianca Pittman's stead, embarking on a five-year stay abroad.
When my grandpa finally recovered, I boarded a flight home, eager to reunite with my family. But as I landed, a post on my mother's social media froze me in my tracks.
[My daughter is getting married! Thank you all for your blessings!]
But I was her only daughter. I couldn't help but wonder who she was referring to.
"You must regret calling off our engagement, right?!"
I smiled faintly as my ex-fiancé lifted his chin proudly. "I don't regret it one bit for throwing out trash like you."
Ethan was stunned. He couldn't accept that I had the courage to confront him. His pride had also been trampled upon when I called him 'trash.' Ethan raised one hand, about to slap me.
However, his hand was caught by a large, muscular hand.
"Uncle Nathaniel?"
Ethan was shocked. His knees suddenly went weak at his uncle's sharp, cold gaze.
"Be polite to your aunt."
Ethan's eyes widened. He was even more shocked when Nathaniel's hand moved from my waist and embraced me affectionately.
Ethan couldn't believe it. The ex-fiancée he'd left was now his aunt?!
My aunt has always been like a second mom to me, and over the years, I've learned that building a strong bond with her takes a mix of effort, shared experiences, and genuine care. One thing that really helped was finding common interests—whether it was binge-watching her favorite classic shows like 'Friends' or swapping book recommendations. She introduced me to 'Pride and Prejudice,' and now we have these little book club chats that make me feel closer to her. Small gestures matter too—sending her funny memes, checking in just to say hi, or even cooking her favorite dish when I visit. It’s those little things that add up over time.
Another big part was being there during tough moments. When she went through a rough patch, I made sure to listen without judgment, and that meant a lot to her. Now, she trusts me with things she wouldn’t share with others. It’s not about grand gestures but consistency—showing up, even in tiny ways, and letting her know she’s valued. Our bond didn’t happen overnight, but it’s one of my most cherished relationships now.