Aunt Nephew Stories Novels & Stories

How many hundreds of times she must have sat curled up on a cushion in front of this fire, absently turning over the pages of some fairy story and listening with half an ear to her aunt and uncle quarreling light heartedly over tales of their courtship She never tired of hearing them say the same things over and over again, and they never tired of recounting them. After all these years, uncle Charles still failed to be aggravated by her aunt's endless clichés, and she in turn was never irritated by his 'Aha's' and his stories of when he was a nipper.

she asks excitedly as she holds her hand out to shake her hand. “My name is Ruth and yes i’m your niece i couldn’t help but hear as I was walking up that you and my dad Frank got into a lot of trouble growing up with our grandparents. Can I hear the stories too? I would love to hear about them. I'm guessing your aunt Nancy that my dad told me about?” Ruth asked, shaking her hand.

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 feel very relieved that they are not there, it would be very uncomfortable to have to see them after what happened, I sit down with the aunt, but it didn't help much either, she looks at me strange and I'm acting strange staying quiet, since the usual is that we talk about anything, but I don't feel like starting a conversation. "why did you fight?" she asks me indiscreetly without taking her eyes off me, I raise my face without having to answer... but... I can't keep... keeping it to myself. "your nephew is an idiot" I answered her directly and sincerely, she is surprised at my answer and gives a little laugh. "What did he do to you?" she asks me very interested as she goes eating. "He's

He looked into my eyes in a few minutes and he sighed when he noticed that I am not liking everything anymore. "What will I expect? I will just do as you wish. We'll go home now. Just remember I meant what I said a while ago." He walked past me as he walked towards where his aunt stood. I saw him whispering something to his aunt. I saw her nodded as she waved at me while showing her beaming smile. His aunt is really beautiful and charming. Even if she looked old already, I find her cool. I consider her to be a night person. Her fashion preference is also amazing. She could be considered as a 'millenial" because she could relate to her nephew's outrageous ideas.

"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.

Aunt muttered something under her breath, causing Sienna to lower her head apologetically. I took a seat next to my uncle. "I want a new pair of sneakers." I told mom. They weren't worn out. I just liked to collect them. "You already have plenty of them." Momma said. "You should try something new, like a beautiful pair of heels." Aunt added, smiling at me. "Whatever you do, just make certain she doesn't get hurt." Uncle told them, he snorted, staring down at his phone. "Of course, we'll be careful." Aunt said, smiling nervously.

Karuna bua (aunty) shouted at me, who was still silent, while coming to his side and holding him by his arm. "Why are you being so mean??? Even after you have done so much bad things to him, you are still treating him like this. If you can't repay his kindness then at least don't hurt him" her voice held anger and distaste. She was not my aunt who used to pamper me but she was his aunt and he was an ideal nephew of her. “You both enough” papa tried to stop them but Pufaji (uncle, husband of paternal aunt) held him by his arms and mumbled “Let them talk, we can't avoid the topic any longer when it's already started.”

Roland inquired, pretending to be oblivious to what he was referring to. “I'm talking about his wife, what do you have to say about her?” Matt pushed on, he had an annoying smile on his lips. “You mean your Aunt? She's a fine lady and nice too. I've had a one on one conversation with her and she seems okay.” Matt snorted, “You know that she looks like my late wife, Ava. And I'm sure that my uncle is planning something even though I don't know what it is..” He brought his gaze to his clasped hands. “I see he trusts you very much and it's very rare for my uncle to trust anyone. Only you can get what I want to confirm my suspicion, Roland..”

Bored and. "If only there was Aunt here, it would be so much fun, right, Uncle?" she said, and I just sighed heavily. Don't you know, Meddy, your uncle was trying to forget that embarrassing incident you made, and every time you mention "Beautiful Aunt" my brain automatically went back to what happened a while ago, and it frustrates me. "How about you call her? You must have her phone number, right? You two seem close. Your face always turns red when you're near her. It's different when you're around other people. That means Uncle and Beautiful Aunt are close friends. Right?"