Best Friend Uncle Novels & Stories

My relaxed, protective brother who was just joking about scaring off Henry Walker is gone. "Where did you get that?" I repeat. My hands are shaking so badly I need somewhere to tuck them into. Noah slowly lowers his phone. He looks at me, his eyes searching mine, trying to piece together a puzzle that he already knows the layout of. This is what I'm afraid of. My brother might be the funniest person in the room, the loudest of the group, but when it comes down to this? To his best friend and almost brother... I'm sure as hell he doesn't play about Enzo.

Theo’s jaw dropped, rendered completely speechless, though he tried frantically to maintain his tough façade. Beside them on the sofa, a tiny, satisfied smile tugged at Kimberly’s lips. Finnick pressed on, his tone unyielding. “I will repeat it once more: if anyone dares lay a hand on her again, they make an enemy out of me.” A bright, uncontrollable flush spread across Kimberly’s cheeks. ‘Is... is Uncle actually playing the role of my knight in shining armor right now?!’ Theo pointed an aggressive finger at his own chest, his voice rising in disbelief. “I am your blood nephew, Uncle! Why on earth are you protecting her?!” He gestured frantically toward Kimberly.

Marcus's jaw tightened, but he stepped back, some old habit of deference winning out over whatever bitterness was clearly still eating at him. "Congratulations, Uncle," he said, and the word came out like an insult. "To both of you." He walked away without waiting for a response, and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, watching his back disappear into the crowd with a knot forming in my stomach that told me this wasn't the last time I would have to deal with whatever he was still carrying for me. "Are you all right?" Damien asked, once Marcus was far enough away not to hear.

I had been sitting by the edge of the stone pool, dangling my feet in the cool water, feeling lonely and invisible. Then, the water had parted. Damon had surfaced at the deep end. Damon was Ethan’s distant uncle—his mother’s younger half-brother—but nobody ever treated him like an elder. He was barely thirty, just two years older than Ethan, but he carried himself like a man who owned every room he walked into.

Ivy's hand tightened around his, and Roman realized he'd gone completely still, the way he used to on the ice right before taking a hit he couldn't avoid, everything seems to be happening too fast. "Who," he said slowly, "arranged that meeting?" Margaret didn't answer right away. When she finally did, her voice had dropped to something barely above a whisper. "Your uncle," she said. "Edmund." --- Ivy's POV Ivy had never met Edmund Ashford. She only knew the name from the family tree Roman had sketched out for her weeks ago, back when all of this had seemed like nothing more than office politics — Gerald's younger brother, the one who'd been passed over for control of the company twice, first

“Big difference.” I smirk because it’s easier than admitting she’s right. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of pretending Mia Reynolds is just Noah’s little sister. The kid who used to steal my fries and punch me in the arm when I called her squirt. Except she stopped being a kid somewhere between high school graduation and now, and every time she walks into a room I have to remind myself she’s off limits. Noah’s off limits. Best friend code. Blood oath shit. But tonight the code feels paper thin.

He ѕmіlеd, glаnсіng bеhіnd him. "Frаnk tоld mе еvеrуthіng, nоt that he had a choice. I аm рrоud оf the wау уоu fасеd him down, Adаm. You сhооѕе уоur frіеndѕ wеll." "Obvіоuѕlу you don't like coffee." My Uncle said, laughing. "There is a thеrmоѕ оf blасk coffee іn on the seat beside уоu, nephew."

I sucked in a breath. "My two favorite people aren't friends and I'm not sure why. But Uncle says—used to say that nearly everything can be fixed with a conversation. Would you like to talk about it? I would like for all of us to be more friendly. When that happens we'll be able to have more fun. What do you think?" I saw his features darken as he backed away a little. "We're here so you can have fun. Don't worry your pretty head about anything else, okay?"

Almost. “My bad." I cringed, my best friend pulled me to the side of the set and stared at me hard. " Repeat what you just said." She said, a naughty smile was begining to creep onto her lips, her eyes were shining with excitement. “Remember my hot step uncle?." I asked her and she nodded frantically. “Gabriel, right, the multi billionaire, the man hotter than a summer day?." She asked, jumping in the spot where she stood, unable to contain her joy.

He stretches out the word long making me swallow. I'm a tough man but Liam, he's a fearless son of a bitch whose wrong side you don’t want to get to. I nod in understanding of what he means by a long time. I reach for the envelope he had brought to me. All the shit that went behind on behind my back is given to me by my best friend. “Thanks, man,” I say and he nods standing up. “Anytime. But your uncle is very crafty, don’t underestimate him.” He warns me and I know very well he's right and I've made too many mistakes in the past not to believe him.