Aunt Meg Novels & Stories

"Your real name is Caelum Hugh. You were just one of over a dozen kids Aunt Natasha funded from a young age. "When you were kids, you all did call her 'Mom', but as you grew older, a few of you boys started harboring evil motives. You wanted to be her kept godsons, which completely ruined her marriage. "She had no choice but to issue a public statement announcing that she was single and childless. The boys faced full legal consequences, and from that day onward, she banned everyone from ever calling her 'Mom' again."

I am hoping the heat from it will keep me warm since the rest of the house feels like ice. “Something smells good.” Aunt Maggie saunters into the kitchen, still in her robe, with some green curlers in her hair. She starts opening up every pot on the stove, taking a whiff. Is she really going around sniffing the food that we are all supposed to eat? Suddenly, my appetite is souring, because of her and my uncle. “Did you hear that, dear? Thelma here is turning twenty-one today,” Uncle Fernandez says in a voice that sounds very pointed.

Mabel’s POV… “I can’t believe my brother allowed you to still keep visiting me after everything that happened. He was so concerned about my safety after he returned. I’d have never thought he’d make an exception when it came to you.” As Megan spoke, I watched her kneeling on the colorful blanket spread in the middle of her room. She was holding a lifelike baby doll and Cleo was propped up in a bouncy chair, her wide blue eyes fixed on her aunt. I couldn’t help but smile at the scene. Cleo’s face lit up as Megan held the doll out to her, touching the dolls soft hair and rosy cheeks. Cleo’s giggles filled the air as she played with her aunt.

"What am I doing? I've only known him a short time, I'm sure he's a nice person, how can someone bad become as famous as he is. As I was reflecting on how messed up my life was and how disorganized my thoughts were, I heard the doorbell." - Aunt Aya-it's me and mommy! - I suddenly heard shouting outside. - Don't shout, Megan! She must have heard it already! - The older girl's voice was, low. - Sorry mommy. - I opened the door while laughing out loud, sure that the company of the two of them would make my day. - Who's in a hurry here? - I asked, looking at the red-headed child who ran up and gave me a big hug. - Aunt mommy brought cake! - The excited little girl showed the round tray in her m

Meghan says and taking my arm firmly, all but drags me away from her aunt. “Don’t listen to a word that that woman says. Jason is just an old friend from college, and my aunt has a mouth that runs like a tap. She’s one to talk. She’s been divorced three times.” She tells me as we move around, greeting the family members that we run into on the way. This is so not my scene, especially as we’re no longer an item.

I ask in bewilderment. My breathing goes from slow and controlled to rapid and rigid as I try to understand the words that are coming out of her mouth. “She’s…she’s…missing.” Aunt Meg cries. “Who’s missing Aunt Meg?” I ask and she continues to cry over the phone. “Aunt Meg who’s missing?!” I demand feverishly. “AUNT MEG!” I shout into the phone. “Your…mother.” She says in gulps. “What?” I breathe, my body running cold.

Jane remarked with a chuckle, gently patting Celeste's hand. Jane continued, "You mentioned not being able to visit your grandparents, right? Why not come here instead? Given your mother looks so much like me, think of me as your grandmother." "As for you, Meg, let's take it one step at a time. You can address me as Aunt Jane for now. Who knows, that might change later," Jane added, giving Megan a meaningful look. As Megan took a sip of her mushroom soup, the unexpected statement caught her by surprise, causing her to choke briefly and leaving her momentarily unable to articulate a response.

She grinned when she saw how happy and content Imogen was. For a long time, she'd worried over her friend's state of mind. After what happened, it seemed impossible for her to smile again. "Meg, say hello." "Hello," the younger girl said obediently. Meghan was small and delicate like a doll with longish black hair and brown eyes. At three years-old, she was used to being petted because she was the only little girl in the family. "You’re pretty, Auntie Gen." "Why, thank you!" the dark-haired woman smiled lovingly. "Aren't you sweet? She’ll look just like Aunt Nadine, Isabel.”

A silence louder than the train stretched among us, and I felt like I had pushed a bit too far, until my Aunt broke the silence. “We plan to do that, “ she began, then looked around the table like she wanted confirmation before continuing, “None of them or you are responsible for what others have done.” What she said is true. I've met the brothers, despite our business deal, and spoken briefly to their grandmother. They seem like friendly people, though they have greedy people around them. Pa's voice pulls me out of my daze. “We will make things right in due time.” Nodding in agreement, Mom said, “ Yes.” She looked down at her hands on her lap. “ I wish I knew what happened to my daughter.”

If we hadn't all seen her social media post earlier, we might've fallen for it. Uncle Randy's expression darkened further. Showing up late was one thing, but lying about it was another. As a teacher, he despised deceit more than anything. He had already been displeased with Camila. Now, he was starting to feel a quiet disdain. On the other hand, Aunt Athena wasn't the type to hold back. Unlike Uncle Randy, who could keep his frustrations in check, she went straight to the point. "You've been in this hospital for hours, and she only just got here? The school isn't far from here, is it?" Aunt Athena said bluntly to Aunt Leah.