Best Friend Uncle Novels & Stories

my mom started, but he cut her off, his voice cracking. “My best friend is gone,” he said, his hands tightening into fists before burying his face in his palms. “And you’re talking to me about pills.” His voice dropped lower, thick with grief. I froze, not sure what to say. The man sitting before me, the strong, composed father I’d known all these years looked broken. So, this Uncle Larry… he wasn’t just anyone. He was that important to my dad? His best friend? How did I never know about him?

Hearing that he was half Houston and half Monaco felt new to me; he had never mentioned being a native of Monaco. “So how has it been with my uncle?” Leon continued to taunt me, managing a laugh. “I know he can be a handful sometimes, but can you tell us how you two met? A few months ago, I could have sworn he was a confirmed bachelor.” I felt my stomach grumble in annoyance. This was exactly what Xavier was doing, but Leon was being clever and sly so Casper wouldn’t catch on. Well, I wasn’t entirely surprised; I had always known Leon was very cunning.

If he were in front of me right now, I’d give him a flying kick. “What? Uncle, I’m not. There was just some random guy who unexpectedly approached us, and he seemed like trouble. He’s probably the one who hurt me and my best friend. And besides, Uncle, I don’t think Murphy is recovering well. I believe he’s resting. I’ll just book a Grab and head back if that’s what you want.” I yelled in frustration, rolling my eyes. My breathing was becoming laboured. “I don’t care; get yourself a Grab. I have something to tell you,” Uncle spat. My heart pounded at what he might want me to do. What could it be this time? Has he been possessed by a malevolent spirit?

"I can’t ignore it. I can’t pretend it doesn’t exist. I can’t imagine my life without you, but I can’t erase the fact that we’re blood-related…" "We’re not related by blood! I don’t have a brother; I’m an only child. Hayato isn’t my brother!" Kenji blurted out. "What…" Akiko stared at Kenji, her eyes full of tears. Her mind went blank for a moment. "How… You're my uncle." Akiko’s brain seemed to slow down as she tried to process the words. "No…" Kenji slowly stepped closer, his trembling hand reaching out. "My father said..." Something flashed in Akiko’s mind, and she fell silent.

The moment my eyes met purple ones, we both knew and had a mutual understanding about how we had messed up. “Aria, this is your father's brother, your older uncle, you can call him Uncle Ronald.” Oblivious to the tension between us, Mrs.Laura said.

“Leave.” John studied her for a moment without speaking. Then he said, “You shouldn’t let my uncle be with you tonight. He’s a dangerous man with a lot of enemies. His obsessed ex-girlfriend could come after you—so could the women he promised marriage to, especially those one-night stands he brings home. They’re ruthless. Don’t get yourself tangled up with that kind of person by being with my uncle.” Lala frowned. This wasn’t the first time John had said terrible things about his uncle. She watched him leave and didn’t think much more about it.

he replied, like it was the obvious answer to a question I hadn't asked. I stared at him. "Missed me? It hasn't even been—what—twenty-four hours. And what does that have to do with anything? I asked you a question." He glanced at me, dark eyes unwavering. "I don't care about the hours. I missed you. Does being his uncle mean I can't?" "Being his uncle means we can't be doing any of this," I said, turning fully toward him, arms folding beneath my chest. "I thought you were a friend. A business partner, at worst. Not family. Not a whole generation apart from me."

"Sam, I love ya. We're best friends and I've told you before, your just too black and white. This stuff happens a lot more than you want to admit." "Yeah, maybe with guys with Technicolor hair or weird clothes, but my father is an Ironworker, a Navy veteran and I can tell you from personal observation he fucks my mom like crazy. I think my Uncle drugged him or something." George paused, "So what's your Uncle like?" "Oh, he's so different from my dad. They're non-fraternal twins. Uncle Al has a Masters Degree in Fine Arts. He's an author, writes thrillers, good ones."

Lilah says, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Lilah bug!” He hugs her back tightly, before releasing her to turn to me. “Katie cat!” He opens his arms and I move forward to hug him. He is my second favorite person in the world. Between him and uncle Zeke, I always have an uncle to turn to that is more like a friend, when I feel like I can't talk to Mom, Dad or Ollie about something. Which here lately is beginning to feel like that is everything.

I say, my voice gravely. "It was my dad?" he asks. "Yeah, but he isn't behind this. We are right. Dan is behind it, and …" Cade palms my jaw and lifts my gaze back to his. I relish in his scent and let his warmth seep into me. "And what?" "Dan is your uncle, Cade. He's known everything about you. He got your mom hooked on drugs, and forced your dad to work for him." Cade is so still I don't know if he hears me. His fingers slowly tighten around my hips, and his breath catches. "I'm going to kill Dan," he whispers so low I can't be sure he said it.