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he confessed. “You're crazy,” I said, and we both laughed. “Can I ask for a favor?” “Anything?” “Please don't tell Clinton where I am, please.” “Don't worry, I won't meddle in your issues. I cannot believe I'm saying this, but my uncle loves you, Jess, you changed him, he was never a family person he changed for you. I know whatever he did hurt you, but please find a way to talk it out with him.”

I replied, assuming we were on the same page about my unpredictable brother. "Not your brother—your friend.” “Levi?” I was confused. The two got along great, had been talking a lot lately—and seemed to be bonding. Ever since that promotion, I had always been under the impression that Uncle was fond of him. "I thought you liked him," I said, trying to hide my surprise. "I do,” Uncle shook his head, suspiciously. “But there’s just something about him—I can’t put my finger on it.” "Yes, he can be boring," I helped him. "Sometimes."

maybe it was the way the light reflected in his eyes, but I could swear I saw his eyes flash amber. “Why?” I squared my shoulders. “Who are you to make that decision for me?” I was both upset and turned on by the fact that he thought he could control me that way. He smiled and cocked his head to the side. “I’m your uncle, remember?” My body tingled, and I knew it was more than that. Way more than that.

“You wanna know why I’m mad? Because you can’t go round calling people uncle!” “But I don’t," he replied firmly. "Geoff and Oak and Max… and Bonny are not uncle. They’re Mister. So is Mister Colt. Avery is uncle. Like beta Jake and gamma Richard.” “He's NOT like my brothers!" I snapped. "Yes, he's a bit of what we are. But only a tinnee little bit. Just cuz you’ve known him all your life doesn’t mean he gets that honor, you hear me! You’re three years old. You’ll get to meet many more people of worth in this lifetime!"

"Uncle, I hope I'm not interrupting anything crucial. May I have a moment of your time?" "Of course, my favorite niece! Your call is always a welcome respite from my duties. How can I be of service to my lovely niece?" I responded with a smile. Uncle has always been incredibly kind. Among all the people in my life, he's the one I'm closest to. Despite being my mother's only sibling living abroad, the bond between us is irreplaceable. While we may not share a blood connection, he's the only person in this world I wholeheartedly trust.

Don't you dare, Frederick Scott! “Frederick, your father is not here. Where is he again?” Uncle Adam suddenly asked the jerk. I diverted my attention to my food to get me out of here as soon as possible. Also, I have work today, which is my lifesaver. “Russia, but he's coming here to celebrate the belated birthday of his best friend.” My uncle and Frederick's father are best friends. But he rarely attended the gathering, unlike this shameless person in front of me. He's perfect attendance at all the events in our family.

An uncle didn’t look at, or hold, his niece the way Theo had been holding Phoebe. Her lips skimmed back to reveal her teeth. “My father was his best friend, and Theo was part of my life. He’s my uncle in all the ways that matter. If not for him, I would have lost everything, including Tabitha, so yeah, he’s my uncle.”

Though I couldn't make out the voice, I froze when I recognized the face of uncle Richard Palmer, my mom's best friend. "Uncle Richard, but.. how..I mean what are you doing here?". I hugged him with an excited face. "I'm here to pick you up... why? don't you miss me?" Was he crazy? Of course, I missed him like hell. Uncle Richard was my mom's BF. They knew each other from high school. While mom worked at the hospital, uncle Richard was into business. A very successful businessman who had a chain of restaurants, RichValley Restaurants all over San Fernando Valley.

--- My cousin, Isadora, approaches me with open arms. "My niece."--- My Uncle Henry approached, wrapping me in a tight hug, kissing my hair.--- "Uncle just fried shrimp for you, little one." "My favorite."--- I celebrated watching him agree with his head. "You are the best."--- I hugged him, watching his smug smile.--- "Just don't let Uncle Ronaldo know that." "Too late."--- He denied with his head.---" Oh Ronaldo, I am the best." He celebrated by picking on my other uncle, moving closer to him. I nodded, approaching the wood stove, stealing a shrimp from the pan, feeling my uncle slap my hand at that moment.

Sasha continued, desperate for something to say in order to fill up the silence, "I don’t think I've ever met anyone like her… she's the only one I can call a friend." "Ouch" Kaleb said, clutching his chest playfully, "You are saying you don't consider me a friend? Such a hurtful thing to say, doll face. You wound me!" Sasha punched him playfully, "Stop calling me, doll face. And you know what I meant. Besides, it's the truth. We have never been friends… Why do you suddenly care about that now?" He turned to face her fully, and Sasha held her breath. "Change is a part of life, is it not?" he asked, then continued without waiting for her to reply, "In fact, some people say it's constant. We w