Best Friend Uncle Novels & Stories

she asked, confused. Stephen frowned. "You are her best friend, but you don't know her enough?" He asked Amber if it was a mistake for him to be with Amber tonight, but he admitted that he was happy to see Amber forcing herself to eat the food earlier. "I didn't know she had an uncle here," Amber said out of her breath while looking at Stephen.

"Why?" "Because she said you're a bad woman," he replied. "Me? Really?" She laughed and shook her head. "Let's keep this a secret, okay? Do you know Sandro?" "Kuya Sandro? The handsome Chinese-looking guy?" "Yes, he's my uncle," she said with a smile. "Don't tell anyone, okay? If someone finds out, I'll be mad at you." "We won't, Ate," the boys said, shaking their heads.

I said smiling. "Of course Aria." He said taking a sip of his water. "You've always known when to arrive. You've always been on point." He said raising his glass of water to me. "Cheers to your showing up right on time." Raising my glass, "cheers to me." I said. Growing up, uncle Jeremiah was my favourite uncle. Back then, he would take me out, buy me sweets, take me to festivals and do a whole lot of stuff for me.

The little girl hugged him and then pecked his cheek. “You are a very good grandpa. I will tell my friend uncle about you. He is my best friend. He is also very good like you,” the little girl informed him about her friend uncle but it ached his very being, hearing her words because he knew whom she called as her friend uncle.

He shrugged, “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” I chuckled, “Okay, wait a minute. We got off topic again. I want to hear more about you.” He smiled, “All of my grandparents have passed away. I was totally shocked to see how many generations you have living.” I laughed, “They are definitely a blessing to me and my parents, for sure.” He continued, “I have a few aunts and uncles, but only one uncle is worth mentioning. He’s actually the king of the werecats up here. Uncle Cody is my dad’s brother and he is awesome. He is the uncle who was my partner in crime while I was growing up. He was that uncle who would cover for you if you screwed up.” I laughed, “That’s my Uncle Ace! He found his mate and

I said. My uncle looked at me with disappointment on his face. He finally give up on troubling me about finding a mate. "I'll leave for the party soon. Find yourself something to do" he said and left. I waved at him from behind. Oh, I have things to do. Immediately, my uncle left... My Beta walked in. He is my best friend that I've known since I was a child. "Prepare the car, I'm going to the pack house" I said to him.

“Sorry—just a sec.” He swiped to answer. “Nathaniel!” Maya’s eyes widened. Nathaniel. She hadn’t heard that name in years. Ethan’s childhood best friend. The boy who was always glued to Ethan’s side during summers, dragging him into endless soccer matches and wild lake swims. She took a careful step back, grabbing the chance to slip away. “Yeah, I just got in,” she heard Ethan say behind her as she slipped into her room. “What? You’re coming down too? That’s awesome!”

Grace thought she had finally found a family when the wealthy Wells family adopted her. To win their love, she became everything they wanted—obedient, perfect, and the ideal substitute for their lost daughter. The only person she truly believed cared for her was her boyfriend, Lucas Marino. But her world shattered the day the real daughter returned. Overnight, Grace was cast aside, treated as nothing but a shadow of someone else. Lucas, the man she trusted most, revealed his true heart—he had only ever seen her as a stand-in. Heartbroken and betrayed, grace got drunk and an got in an accident. The accident brought her face-to-face with Ethan Marino—Lucas’s uncle and the powerful head of

My uncle recognized me! “You've finally returned.” His cold gray gaze softened with his usual affection, which somewhat calmed my troubled heart. At least, I am still alive in my uncle's affections. Perhaps I still have a chance. Uncle Samuel embraced me warmly and tightly, offering much comfort. This acceptance matters to me greatly. Uncle Sam isn't just the most promising beta of the Ebbon Moon Clan, he's also my father's best friend of twenty-five years. My father considers him more of a brother than a friend.

And for the first time, he wasn’t searching for justification. Morning arrived with pale light. James returned home early and prepared breakfast for Ethan. The boy ate slowly, occasionally glancing up at his father as if to make sure he was really there. “Papa,” Ethan said suddenly. “Are you mad at Uncle Harry?” James paused. He knelt so they were eye level. “No,” he said honestly. “Papa and Uncle just need to talk.” “Uncle is good,” Ethan said simply. “He bought ice cream.” James gave a faint smile. “Yes. He is.”