8 Uncles Novels & Stories

I hadn't expected my uncles to support my plan immediately, but unity is strength, and they were seasoned businessmen. Uncle Leonardo, now the head of the family, had faced many temptations yet managed to remain uncorrupted—a fact I deeply admired. Uncle Lucius, on the other hand, was a master of networking and negotiation. I might tease him about his far-fetched stories and questionable decisions, but one thing was certain: when he entered a deal, he rarely lost. Except, of course, in his battle against Marianne's fertility—three kids later, it was clear he had waved the white flag there.

"Wasn't it because I look like her?" "You'll figure this out." Noah didn't answer my question. "only after you being a part of my life." Although he said it cryptically, I knew what he meant. "I haven't broken up with Fletcher, Uncle Noah." I finally broke free from him, all because I called him Uncle Noah. "Bad girl." Noah said to me. "If you had admitted from the beginning that I was going to be your Uncle-in-law, you wouldn't have chosen to have sex with me." He laughed loudly, as if in satisfaction at reading my mind.

"My dear perfect husband, my uncles will be upset if we take any longer to show up." Hand in hand, they walked out of the airport toward the Miles family. As they approached, Evelyn was quickly pulled away from Warren before they could utter a word. She was soon surrounded by excited voices. "Evie, I'm Alan, your eldest uncle." "I'm Diego, your third uncle." "Evie, I'm Fabian, your seventh uncle." Evelyn was enveloped by the Miles family, hearing the word "uncle" over and over. She smiled politely and greeted, "Nice to meet you, uncles."

I jerked my arm hard, trying to break free, but his grip was ironclad. Samuel stepped forward, a swift shove to Mason’s chest. “Let her go.” Mason stumbled back, confusion flashing across his face. “What the hell, Uncle Samuel? Why are you—” “Cause she’s mine,” Samuel said calmly, staring down at his nephew.

The next minute, he had opened his arms for a hug and I really didn't mind obliging him. "It's been such a long while, my boy." He said after we had pulled away from each other. "We hadn't enough time to catch up at your welcome party, and I had left home earlier than usual because my sister in law's children were home, with no one to look after them." "It's totally fine, uncle. How have you been?" "Very well my boy." He replied, unable to remove the grin from his face. "I'm just fine, except for the fact that your nephew and my daughter have refused to make me a grandpa."

“Your father’s best friend. His appointed heir and your legal guardian until you turn twenty-one.” I blinked. “Come again?” Xavier didn’t say a word. Just stared me down, cold and sharp, like I was a problem he was already tired of solving. “I don’t need a guardian, much less an estranged best friend from the pit of hell,” I snapped. He finally spoke, voice like velvet laced with poison. “Doesn’t matter what you need. You’re under my legal care now.” “I’m twenty,” I hissed. “I don’t need babysitting…”

The script had not changed because in their version of this story, I was supposed to be calm after being gaslighted. I raised my phone and pressed the record button. "Brenda." Sophia propped herself up on one elbow with a smile on her face. Her dark hair fell across her shoulder and shamelessly, she said, "You were always too vanilla for him sis. Men like Alexandre don't stay with vanillas." I looked at my older sister. I thought about her standing over me on a road in the middle of nowhere. Tucking my hair behind my ear. Telling me her baby was grateful to me, her aunt.

“I usually drive a convertible, but we’ll go with the safest option today.” Eveline scoffed lightly. “You think I can’t handle it?” Peter gave her a knowing look, with a smirk. “I’m worried you might enjoy it too much. And I want whoever’s in your belly to know that their uncle took care of Mom when they were still tiny.” A second uncle? The realization hit Eveline hard and fast, that she didn’t have to process the sob before it hit. Peter immediately panicked, pausing abruptly. “What? Did I say something wrong? I didn’t mean that I wanted to be a part of their life—if you think that’s too fast or—

“Christopher is celebrating twenty years of marriage tomorrow and holding a party to celebrate, and so we decided to use that all the boys used the opportunity to allow our families meet for brunch and get to know each other before the party begins in the afternoon.” By ‘boys,’ father meant Uncle Christopher, uncle Emeka, and Uncle Femi, his old university mates and best buddies—now our unofficial uncles. They had been here at different occasions and we too at their house, but that was over three to four years ago as work had now made them all estranged with no time for personal visits. Uncle Christopher was now a Senator, Uncle Emeka a very rich influential and international businessman, wh

And for the first time, he wasn’t searching for justification. Morning arrived with pale light. James returned home early and prepared breakfast for Ethan. The boy ate slowly, occasionally glancing up at his father as if to make sure he was really there. “Papa,” Ethan said suddenly. “Are you mad at Uncle Harry?” James paused. He knelt so they were eye level. “No,” he said honestly. “Papa and Uncle just need to talk.” “Uncle is good,” Ethan said simply. “He bought ice cream.” James gave a faint smile. “Yes. He is.”