Aunt Caught Me Novels & Stories

Grace sighed deeply, while I sat frozen on the couch, my mind blank. The woman in front of me smiled sweetly as she extended her hand, but there was a clear challenge in her eyes. "You must be Florence Lambert, right? I remember you’re Pierce’s little niece. I’m Lucy Snow. From now on, you should call me Aunt." Aunt? Trembling, I reached out my hand, utterly shaken by everything happening before me. But Lucy grabbed my hand tightly, squeezing it hard enough to make me wince in pain. I quickly yanked my hand back, letting out a muffled groan.

The front door creaked open. I turned fast, wiping tears with my hand. It was my aunt. For a second, hope flickered. She’s here. She’ll stop this. She won’t let her niece get sold like meat. I stumbled toward her, falling at her feet. “Auntie, please,” I sobbed. “Please, don’t let them take me. Don’t let him sell me. I’ll do anything. Please.” She didn’t answer. Instead, she shoved me out of her way—hard enough to make me hit the floor—and walked straight toward the table.

Amara's pov We all have that type of aunts who would squeeze our cheeks till they turn red. They get so much excited when they see us as if they saw a stuffed animal. Right now Aiden's cheeks were in the deathly grip of his aunt. His mother's kitty party friend. That's what he told me.

I pressed the red button. My phone fell onto my lap. I stared at it, my chest heaving. I had hung up on him. I had dared to do it. Not even five minutes later, my phone vibrated again. This time a different name appeared. Aunt. I almost threw my phone across the room. But my hand moved on its own, picking it up. "Hello, Aunt." "I heard you hung up on your uncle? How dare you!" My aunt's voice pierced my eardrums. I pulled the phone away a little, but I could still hear her scolding clearly.

It was my Aunt Joy. Twisting my neck, my eyes collide with her lifeless gaze, and a heart-wrenching scream is torn from my throat. My heart. My soul. Has been ripped from me in the blink of an eye. I gather my aunt up in my arms with tears blurring my vision, and I cling to her as long as the intruders will let me before they tear us apart. “No…” I cry out, scrambling to reach her.

I said with a grin, looking at Russell. “Follow me down the stairs,” Auntie said from the outside of the room. “Yes, Auntie,” I said, smiling. It surprised me when she suddenly punched me in the arm. “Oh!” I grabbed my arm and gave it a massage. “Why?” “Mom almost caught us,” she said, annoyed. “So what? You are going to talk to them, right? You will tell them that I am lusting for you. The best thing would be if they could see us..."

His cute face. I got up to leave when I felt someone holding my waist firmly. "I think I should go. Leave you two to talk... And Flynn?" My Aunt said as she was about taking the stairs. "Hmm?" Flynn's voice came out a little too husky from behind my ears. "Settle this.." she rolled her eyes at me. As soon as she was out of sight, I began to wriggle restlessly out of his arms. "Let me go.. this instant or else I'll_"

The pain was like a diamond slicing through my skull. Fighting through the throbbing in my head, I realized Sean was James's nephew. "Sean, your uncle gave this to me. I didn't steal it—" I could not even get the words out before he snapped. His hands tangled in my hair, he sneered, "Ella, who do you think you are? My uncle would never fall for someone like you. Do you have any clue who calls the shots in the Foster family? He does! How dare you even touch him?

That memory that haunts him to this day. Flashback in Caine's POV "Caine!" I looked up from the puzzle I was working on to see my aunt dragging my cousin into my room. "You kids should stay in here. Don't come out, no matter what!" "What's happening auntie?" "Nothing yo be worried about. Just remember, your parents and I love you very much. Take care of your cousin. She's your responsibility from now on." Aunt Sandy kissed our heads before she licked our room door from the front.

, Aunt, it was just a casual conversation nothing as such. They felt a little bad at this, then aunt asked me to be in touch with him. See child, that's a golden opportunity we all can be out of this dirth if we land this opportunity. You need to woe him. You are an amazing young girl work your moves. She was swinging her wide ass, funny wicked people. I was feeling pity for them when an idea strikes.