Best Friend Uncle Novels & Stories

he admitted, and the simple honesty of his response caught me off guard, "but I'd like the chance to." I looked away, staring at the moonlight scattered across the water because looking at him had suddenly become far too difficult. He had no right to say things like that to me, not when he knew how complicated everything was, not when Calla was my best friend, and certainly not when he had spent so much time teaching me that allowing myself to care about him was a dangerous mistake. "You're Calla's brother," I whispered. "I know." "She's my best friend." "I know that too."

Everyone was having a blast on the yacht for Valentine’s Day when my boyfriend, Ethan Hayes, asked me to go tell his uncle I fancied him. “Go on, tell him. You’re a lucky girl if he actually takes a liking to you! Next time we meet, I might even have to call you auntie!” Vivian Lawrence, his childhood sweetheart, was by my boyfriend’s side, smiling triumphantly. Just a few minutes ago, they had shared a glass of cocktail. I clutched the watch in my pocket—bought with two months of my savings to make peace—my heart riddled with holes. Suddenly, a line of live comment lit up before my eyes: “I’m sick of this jerk. Girl, go for the uncle. He’s the real big shot. He’s fancied you for a long time

“Why didn’t you take my advice?" “I appreciate your advice, but I have figured I need this job.” “He was not going to fire you,” she protests. “You and I are not the same. He is your uncle,” I point out. “He will always forgive you, but I’m the friend who always got you into trouble and caused him endless headaches." "But..." "If I didn’t write the reports myself, he was going to be happy so that he could fire me.” I get up to go to the kitchen. “When did you become afraid of my uncle?” She follows me.

"Here you go‚ buddy. Wαnt to help stir the rice?" Ryαn took the spoon but kept tαlking‚ bαrely pαying αttention. "But it’s not complicαted‚ Uncle Killiαn! It’s simple! My friends αll hαve uncles who αre their mommy’s brothers. So I αsked my teαcher αgαin todαy‚ just to be sure. And she sαid yes! Thαt your mom’s brother is your uncle."

The sweater was too big for his 5’4” frame, the hem falling halfway down his thighs, but the way the fabric draped only served to emphasize the fullness of his chest and the soft, rounded curve of his hips. "I’m here, Uncle Noah," Orion rumbled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to settle in the very floorboards. Noah beamed, his porcelain skin glowing in the firelight. He padded across the thick rug on bare feet, moving with that natural, bouncy grace that made Orion’s blood simmer. Without a second thought, without a shred of hesitation, Noah did what he had done since Orion was a teenager: he climbed right onto Orion’s lap. To Noah, this was a family tradition,a sweet, platonic comfor

The light in our house dimmed forever. The triplets : Caspian, Silas, and Soren — were only sixteen back then, but they stepped up without hesitation. They called me their Little Star. They promised to protect me from every shadow. For years, they kept that promise. Caspian’s quiet strength made me feel safe. Silas’s steady presence grounded me. Soren’s warm laughter and playful affection made me feel truly alive. I loved them with every piece of my young heart. They weren’t just my guardians — they were my world. And for a while, I believed I was theirs too.

“I appreciate the support.” “No, seriously,” Jim continued. “Thank you for standing up for Mom. Those people were being ridiculous.” His expression softened slightly. “I will always stand up for your mother.” The sincerity in his voice caught me off guard. Jim smiled. “That’s why you’re my favorite uncle.” “I’m your only uncle but yes. I guess that doesn’t make the achievement less impressive.” Adrian laughed loudly. The two of them were impossible. Unfortunately, they became even worse when they were together.

I muttered under my breath as I noticed him pouring juice into glasses. He looked up, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Someone has to make sure our little lady of the house doesn’t eat plain bread and call it breakfast.” His eyes flicked briefly toward Sienna. “You, of course, can have whatever you like. Nothing too ordinary for a girl like you, yes?” Sienna giggled softly, shaking her head. “You worry too much, Uncle Marco.” “I’ll worry until the day I die,” Marco said lightly, though the firmness in his tone showed how deeply he cared.

I blinked at her, “that man is addicted to weddings.” “He says this one is different.” “He probably said that about the other three.” “He did.” Mum shrugged. “But he’s been asking to see you since he got back so you should go.” Frank wasn't my real uncle, he was my mum’s best friend, but he had been around so long that calling him anything else felt rude. That man would die for romance, bad decisions, dramatic entrances, and any woman who called him handsome twice. I sighed and dragged my hand through my hair. “Okay. Fine. I’ll go.”

The way she watched me like a hawk almost made me laugh. Brittany and I have been friends for a long time, since childhood really. Our parents were best friends, so we also became best friends. She was older than me by two years so she was like my older sister. I would give my life for her and she would do the same, if she wasn't here, I wouldn't even know what to do.