Best Friend Uncle Novels & Stories

A coward. I could take revenge all I wanted, but it wouldn’t change the fact that they were gone and I was here. Me, the most fucked-up one. If there was ever proof that the universe had a sick sense of humor, this was it. “I have to go,” my uncle said, smoothing his hand over his tie. “I’m meeting an old friend. Are you staying for the weekend?” I blinked away my memories and nodded. “Excellent. We’ll play chess when I get back, hmm?”

Fredrik Young was Henry's uncle. He was a taboo for the entire Young family. Although Eliza grew up with Henry, since childhood, she had only heard of the existence of this uncle. If she hadn't met him on her wedding day, she wouldn't recognize him at all. "Weren't you abroad the whole time?" "Yeah, I just got back last night." It just so happened that his friend wanted to meet him. It was an urgent matter so Fredrik went to Neon Night's Bar as soon as he got off the plane.

he holds his shaking hands of Madeline as he smiled at her. “M-Madeline leaves with him. He is my best friend and your uncle as well... don’t w-worry about me. Just r-remember... you have to live. Promise me to live happily after I’m gone otherwise. Y-Your f-father will curse me from heaven.” He chuckled in a barely audible voice.

"We'll figure it out, Mom. We always do." Mom managed a small smile. "You are right, McKenna. We're a team, and we'll get through this, too." "I can call Uncle Frederick," I suggested. Mom and Uncle Frederick had been best friends since they were teenagers, and he usually didn't mind repairing things for us for free. I had a feeling it was because he had a crush on Mom. Mom shook her head. "I don't know, Kenna. I feel bad always asking him for help."

That brought a small smile to my face. One side was my step-uncle, to whom I was so unimportant that he had moved on like this—saying he’d been missing his girlfriend for the last two years, meaning right after me or maybe even before me, he was occupied with her. He hadn’t missed me at all. And on the other side was my friend, ready to give up her design, her dreams, just so I wouldn’t cry. “Are you there, Elora?” Ava asked. “Yeah, I’m here,” I said.

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

she assured him. Until then, she used to think that her uncle was strict and cold. But today she is understanding that he is far better than anyone present in that party. He never judges a person by their status. And at that moment, she felt overwhelming respect for Xavier. As if materialising from her thoughts, Xavier and Sierra walked in at that moment, hand in hand. "Uncle, Si" Claire rushed to greet them, closely followed by Adam. Claire hugged both Xavier and Sierra, one with each hand.

Dave stood up protectively and so did I. “Um, I’ll be there in a second.” I told Brad quickly. He didn’t turn to me, he just kept looking at Dave. “Brad, I’ll be with you in a while. Can you please excuse me now?” I said surprising myself by how stern I was. After a quick glance at me and without a word, Brad walked away. I turned to Dave. “Who’s he?” Dave asked. “He’s my best friend’s brother. We’re sort of family.” I added quickly.

“Liam. You’re here. For a moment, I thought you might brush me off, like you always brush off anything tied to our father’s wealth.” Liam took his seat opposite him, his movements calm and deliberate. When he finally looked up, his eyes glinted with amusement. “Our father’s wealth? Don’t forget, Adams—we don’t share the same father. You’re not my brother in the way you like to claim. You’re my nephew. Your father was my elder brother.”

Dude was smiling down at me. “You are crying like a widow.” I glared at him and wished I could give him a tight slap. “I have lost someone dear to me too so stop acting like you have a terminal disease and might die the next day.” Although I scowled and I said nothing. He stepped forward and remarked. “ My uncle passed away before I turned ten.He was the only person who cared about me. Everyone else wished for my death or worse to forget I existed.” I blinked. I wasn't prepared for that.