8 Uncles Novels & Stories

I was standing near the edge of the room, finally alone for a moment, when Marcus found me. "You look happy," he said, though his tone suggested the opposite observation entirely. "Married to my uncle. That's quite the upgrade." "Don't." "I'm just saying. A few weeks ago you were crying in my driveway, and now look at you." He stepped closer than was comfortable, close enough that I caught the smell of whiskey on his breath. "Tell me something. Does he know? About us? About everything we had before all this?" "There is no us, Marcus. There hasn't been for weeks."

"I keep saying it and it still doesn't feel real. Four." "They're going to need an army of uncles just to keep track of them," Cassian said, already reaching out one careful finger to let the smallest girl grip it, his face crumbling into fresh tears when her tiny hand closed around him. "Good thing there's three of us." "Four," Ronan corrected quietly, from where he'd taken up his usual watchful post near the door, though his voice carried an emotion Wren rarely heard from him. "Four uncles. I'm not stepping back from this just because I'm quieter about it than you two."

Finnick fixed her with a stern, impenetrable glare. “Since you call me ‘uncle,’ that means there is a clear generational gap between us. Even if you and that incompetent nephew of mine aren’t legally bound, you stood at an altar together and had a high-society wedding banquet. To the world, you are Theo Kruger’s wife. My nephew’s wife. Now... if you dare utter another word of this unhinged nonsense, I will personally have you thrown out onto the street.” Kimberly gasped loudly, her hand darting out to lock around his arm with a deep frown.

He stared at me, kind of soft, and said, "Hey, man. You just have to relax. You're gonna be fine. Seriously. That kid... they'll be in good hands. Trust me on this." I tried to smile, but I don't think it worked. I still felt all tight inside. Then Eric, he was just chilling in a chair, beer in his hand, said, "Besides, that cub is gonna have six awesome uncles to help out. Even if some of us are, uh, more helpful than others.” He looked right at Ace when he said that. Ace just rolled his eyes. "Hey!" Ace said, "I'm gonna be a great uncle! I'm just… practical."

The Moon Goddess has made her choice, and there’s no going against it. My uncle’s fingers slowly start to tap on the top of the table. I know he’s eager to talk to me about my mates, but I don’t really know what to say about any of this. “Well?” I sigh, knowing that there’s no getting around this. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Uncle D.” He stops drumming his fingers and wraps them around the cup in front of him. “You found your fated mates… three of them. How is it that you don’t know what to say? Who are these guys, hmm? What are they about?”

She did not want to freak out the woman who could end up being her aunt. "Just 'really great'? Well, you're not wrong. I mean, if we're talking looks, all my uncles are pretty much flawless." Evangeline was not bragging. Her uncles were the kind of guys girls would go head over heels for, no matter where they were. However, they never seemed to care much about dating. Otherwise, why would they still be single at their age?

I said. Leopold stroked my hand that was on his chest and squeezed it lightly. “I didn't know he was your uncle.” “Uncle Frederick is my father's youngest brother. My father came from a large family. If I'm not mistaken, there are ten siblings. Father is the eldest and Uncle Frederick is the youngest, hence the age gap. It looks like Uncle Frederick's age is not that far from yours,” I explained. This year, Uncle Frederick is 43 years old, while Leopold is 37.

“You wanna know why I’m mad? Because you can’t go round calling people uncle!” “But I don’t," he replied firmly. "Geoff and Oak and Max… and Bonny are not uncle. They’re Mister. So is Mister Colt. Avery is uncle. Like beta Jake and gamma Richard.” “He's NOT like my brothers!" I snapped. "Yes, he's a bit of what we are. But only a tinnee little bit. Just cuz you’ve known him all your life doesn’t mean he gets that honor, you hear me! You’re three years old. You’ll get to meet many more people of worth in this lifetime!"

"...Is she your girlfriend, Uncle?" My lips arched up subconsciously. "Were you keeping a secret from all of us?" He was 28 and almost hitting 29 this year. Settling down was not too bad. "Pretty niece, are you trying to make your uncle angry?" Uncle laughed lazily, but I could make out the warning in his words. "I dare not, Uncle." I bit back a smile. Uncle could never be angry with me, that I was sure of.

Hahaha! Tim laughed loudly with his hands behind his back. His eyes fell on Hansel and Wade as he said, “Uncles? How dare useless people like you who only know how to plot in the dark call yourselves my uncles? Simply ridiculous! I don’t care about uncles with wild ambitions like you!” “You!”