Aunt May In Civil War Novels & Stories

She said softly and the urge to cry was so much that I just hugged her. "Oh great, this emotional drama again, we are only going for two weeks, aunt, not a month," May said out loud and I smiled as I ended the hug. "I know but you two are just part of me now, this house would be empty without you two." Aunt Linda muttered and I smiled. Emotions and Aunt Linda work hand in hand. "Keep it cool sweet aunt, we'll be back before you know it." May assured her and hugged her briefly. "Did you guys take the first aid box?"

Turning from the window and walking across the room to the door, she left the room and walked through the house, touching the walls and furniture, trying to convince herself that it wasn't just a dream. She hadn't seen Aunt May yet, but she knew where she would find her, as she made her way to the kitchen. Stepping through the open doorway, she was greeted with the familiar sight of Aunt May, stirring a pot of jambalaya on the stove, as the delicious aroma filled her nostrils. She hesitated, suddenly unsure if she should be here when she knew that Aunt May was dead, probably killed by Papa Amari. "Come on in cher, don't just stand there dawdling, set the table. Suppers almost ready", Aunt Ma

Raisa invited her to get rid of Vallen's boredom. "It's also true what this Miss said. Oh yes, before introducing myself, I'm Aunt An, the maid caring for Mr. Asher's mansion in Broughton Country. The master assigns me to look after and provide everything Madam needs." Aunt An introduced herself to Raisa and extended her hand,

I met Aunt Maya when I was eighteen, and I remember I was about to leave for college. I would never have believed this in a million years with how close they all were. "Before then, my mother made sure I knew enough about her," she began to count with her fingers, "In summary, in my mother's perspective, Aunt Maya was a gold-digging, manipulative bitch who murdered her brother and had Uncle Derinem wrapped around her fingers," "The hate was deep, so I grew in it. Thinking back now, we were being programmed, but we had no clue."

Black's POV I could hear a knock on my door as I just finished fixing my bed. "Black, breakfast is ready downstairs." My aunt said. "I'll be back tonight." "Take care, Aunt Autumn." I replied. Autumn Vera, or Aunt Autumn as I call her, is my aunt that took me in after both my mom and dad passed away. She's a very kind person that agreed to take care of me despite not even talking properly with her before.