Aunt May Nude Novels & Stories

"He's faking it! Your Honor! He's faking it!" Aunt Zoe was a shadow of her former glamorous self. Her face was a patchwork of bruises. One of her eyes was swollen shut to a mere slit, and her arm was wrapped in a thick cast. I'd heard that Uncle Caleb was in custody for beating her into the ICU, but he'd sent word that the moment he got out, he was going to finish the job for her infidelity. The Aunt Zoe I saw now was paralyzed by a visceral fear of the outside world. She gripped the railing of the dock.

"Oh, look! Your sister is starting the cake! Come on, Orion, you know how she gets if we aren't there to cheer for her." Noah grabbed Orion’s massive hand with his own small, soft one, tugging on him with all his might. To anyone watching, it was a sweet scene: the tiny, feminine uncle leading his "cherished" giant of a nephew toward the family festivities. But as Orion followed, his hand engulfed Noah’s, his fingers lacing through the soft, porcelain digits. He watched the way Noah’s wide hips swayed beneath the silk of his trousers, the bouncy gait that was entirely too provocative for a man who claimed to be innocent.

I wasn’t sure when that had started being true. A seven-year-old in a swimsuit tugged on my hem. “Are you the new auntie?” she demanded. “I am,” I said solemnly. “I’m Maya. I can hold my breath for twelve seconds.” “Twelve?” “Underwater,” she clarified importantly, and sprinted away before I could respond. An older aunt found me near the drinks table. My father’s sister—silver-haired, barely five feet tall, hands that smelled like lavender and old rings. She took my face in both palms without asking and held me there, studying me with eyes that were already leaking.

His face was a mask of cold arrogance, his sharp amber eyes narrowing as he looked down at her small, fragile frame. "Ah, the Omega Luna," Elder Vance spoke, his voice booming through the quiet hall, intentionally drawing the attention of every noble present. "We have heard much about your... unique presence at the border war council. My daughter tells me you have quite a sharp tongue for an outsider. Tell me, girl, do you truly believe that sitting in the King’s tent makes you qualified to understand the blood-soaked treaties of the Amber Court? Or are you merely distracting our Alpha King from the duties of his lineage?"

Luckily my mum was not around to ask me questions. * * * * * * The next morning came in a rush; my mum barged into my room to wake me up even before seven. “Get dressed; we are going to visit Katherine’s family. Her uncle, who is a mafia don, flew into the country just to see you. So you better be of best behaviour. ” She said it with so much excitement that it immediately made me hate the man. “Mafia? Since when did royalties start mixing with mafia business? I asked.

Alex stared at his nephew, if he hadn’t saw the irrational behavior of his nephew, he would have probably thought he was cool headed. “You should sit down uncle?” Felix said with an obiedient smile, “Thank God you came, grandpa has missed you so much.” Alexander simply stared at his nephew with a blank expression as he sat down opposite them. Now that he was sitting face to face with his nephew, the urge to whack him on the face was fucking strong. Alexander wondered where Felix got the audacity to cheat on a beautiful woman like Liv with her stepsister. It was like exchanging fake silver for diamonds.

ADRIAN I didn't immediately understand my aunt's words. Those words—"She's identical to my daughter"—still floated in the air, as if they weren't meant for me. I wanted to speak to her, ask her what she meant, but her breathing had quickened, gasping. Her fingers trembled on the sheet, her eyes fixed on Lyra, afraid to blink. — Aunt... calm down. You're mistaken. This is my fiancée, Lyra. You're confusing her with someone else.

"I expected nothing less from a celebrity who's all about fan service. She's incredibly hot!" "I heard you had to pay 30 grand for a full day with her! Just imagine all the things the wealthy can do." "So what if she was a celebrity? Those monsters will ruin whoever they want to." Negative comments flooded the posts that contained those photos. I shuddered as I turned to look at the middle-aged woman before me—Karen Palmer, my mom. Despite all the rumors flooding her phone, my mom nonchalantly scrolled through them all. The biggest reaction I saw was a frown as she liked and reposted a comment saying 'Embarrassing'.

And Mico doesn’t need to know about this story. “I won’t hold a grudge about this matter. And I’m sorry about my mother, I will talk to her.” “Thanks, I appreciate that.” I smiled at him to let him know everything was alright. “Well, now that you’re his wife. I should call you Aunt Aurora.” he teased. “Oh, please. Don’t just call me Aurora. We’re at the same age and you know that.” We both chuckled. “Kidding aside, if you need anything, I will be here. You can call me anytime, Au. Especially now that you are part of the daily, and you are carrying my cousin.”

The moment I stepped out of the cab, I could already hear laughter spilling from Aunt Matilda’s house. The place screamed old money. Heavy iron gates, well-pruned flowers, and that faint, delicate scent of spices and tea that hits your nostrils the moment you open the door. Four heads turned. Aunt Matilda and three of her friends were perched on rare antique chairs. There was sudden silence. It wasn't because I was important. It was because they were already talking about me in their heads. Rebecca Greene. The spoiled daughter. The pretty, useless one. The woman who married someone beneath her and still managed to lose herself.