Aunt Dimity Novels & Stories

Unfinished with her speech, the old woman cut Amelie off. “Katie has told me a lot about you; please come in.” the woman took Amelie’s arm enthusiastically. Seeing her presence welcomed, Amelie smiled. “My name is Matilda. Just call me Auntie; don’t call me Madam. Do you understand?” Amelie responded to Matilda’s words with a nod of her head. The woman was a little Kattie. Amelie could confirm that her best friend’s fussiness was inherited from Matilda.

Soon the ceiling would collapse and crush us all. Outside, the wolves waited. 5 months ago, I waved at my aunt as I stood on the old, Victorian-era pavement. She waved back from the window of her silver Audi with a blinding smile. Aunt Kathy’s blonde hair never lost its platinum colour, hanging in perfect waves to her shoulders. She has high cheekbones and a tall, slender, model-like figure that makes my awkward, seventeen-year-old body look like a potato in comparison.

she asked when Beatrice released the hug. Beatrice nodded. “Oh, what a beautiful name! Let me see,” Aunt bent down to look closely at Beatrice's face. “Oh, Heidi, you two have similarities! Like your eyes and your lips. Oh, look,” Aunt commented happily. She was even happier when she saw the child's sweet smile. “She also has dimples just like yours, Heidi!”

How could…. "... Don't you think so?" Aunt's voice broke through my monologue. ," Dominique?" "I'm sorry, did you say something?" I huffed. " I wasn't listening." "It's okay. " She nodded, her hand coming over mine. " I was just talking on the dexterity of your maids. Or one maid in particular. She works really hard, too hard if you ask me." "Who?" A tiny part of me knew who she was referring to, but I asked anyway. " Who's that?"

Matt complained bitterly as he paced around. “You mean your Aunt?” Agnes words were sarcastic, she brought her gaze to her nails which she was currently filing. She was on his desk, with one leg over the other. “What?” Matt asked slightly confused. “You addressed your Aunt as a 'bitchy wife'.” “This isn't the time to be a cunt, Agnes. We are on the losing side here. And fuck her, I don't care about who or what she is. She has turned our company into a zoo by bringing those four legged creatures into our building..”

I opened the door and quite disappointingly there was no creak as all the hinges in the house were oiled. Inside confirmed my worst fear. There my aunt with her back to me was completely naked. Her bare white butt looked shiny. She was standing at the foot of the bed trying on some bra. Her room was big and the bed was gigantic so was the closet. The floor was covered with thick mint green carpet. Mint green drapes covered the window and a crystalline chandelier suspended from the ceiling. Everywhere looked cosy and befitting for somebody as beautiful as my aunt. I quickly looked away and cleared my throat to get her attention.

While Dimitri seems to be frowning for some reason, the older woman looks happy. In fact, when she locks eyes with me, she moves from her place and walks towards us. “Well, that was absolutely beautiful to watch.” I feel my cheeks grow warmer. “Um… we were just…” “You don’t have to explain, dear,” she says with a warm smile. “Dimitri filled me in on all the details. But right now,” she shifts her gaze to the little troublemaker in my arms, her eyes twinkling with amusement, “I’m a bit concerned about this precious girl who, with her stubborn little heart, refused to eat a single bite until she could see her favorite Auntie.”

"What's with that gay auntie? Were you too attached to him? Did you see him as a woman? When Ranzel becomes a man, Uncle Bert might even thank me. He's not worth anything if he stays soft and weak." "But you won't decide for him," Mom said. Dimitri smirked. "I don't want you to correct me, Auntie, because I don't need it." "If you don't want to be corrected, Dimitri, feel free to leave our house," I calmly stated, maintaining eye contact with him. Dimitri chuckled, put the cloth on the table, and got up. "You two seemed like you were not in the mood right now. I might as well go back." Dimitri said. "Good night."

Aunt said that I am lazy and that’s why I didn’t sleep at night just to make sure the preparations were acceptable. I entered the room as I found her standing in the middle of the room throwing daggers at me. She was in her pyjamas as her makeup was done already. She wasn’t ready yet as she wanted to make the groom weight which according to Bella was a way to increase her dominancy on him. I brought her sandals as aunt didn’t allow her wear heels because of her unusually extreme height unlike me as I was just 5’2. She looked way taller than Jameel, her to-be-husband and aunt didn’t like that.

"I know he won't tell you this. But when I heard your name for the first time, it struck me with this. What a coincidence, isn't it??" I smiled in response. Then we heard someone else approaching. "So this is the girl Ben brought here...??" Middle-aged snobbish women asked. "Amelia, she is not any girl, but Ben's wife. Her name is Daisy." Mom then turned towards me and said, "Daisy, this is Aunt Amelia. Ben's Uncle Tom's wife." "Hello, Auntie.." I politely wished her. All I received in return was a fake smile. She was covered in makeup and looked pathetic because of that. At the same time, Ben's mom had only minimal makeup and looked more beautiful.