Best Friend Uncle Novels & Stories

“I’m so happy for you. Did you say Uncle?” He slapped my back just as the clock started chiming. “Of course! You’re my brother in everything but blood. So it’s you. Grumpy Uncle Maddox. I’ve already decided you’re going to be Grumpy Uncle. Miserable Bastard Uncle when they’re a bit older.” “Fuck off, I’ll be the Cool Uncle, I mean, look at me,” I gestured and while the clock chimed we shared another tight, clinch of a hug. “Fucking love you man,” I whispered into his ear. “Don’t forget that.”

he was dressed in the same uniform as Anthony. I raised a brow. "Do you know your little uncle?" I asked. He pouts his lips. "Anthony" I called. "How do you know my best friend?" He grins. "Because he's my little brother" I said. He gasp with wide eyes. A smile took over my face. "He's my uncle?" He asked. I gulp. I shouldn't have said that, it's not like Quincy wants me to be his mother. "I'm gonna make fun of him" he grin deviously.

“I brought a friend, to be honest we both needed the weekend off.” Uncle? My mysterious stranger who I had a one night stand with is my best friend’s uncle which makes him my ex boyfriend’s uncle too!

I still hadn't gotten rid of them because the battle wasn't over. I apologized, swallowing my laugh. "No. No, he's not." She creased her eyebrow in confusion. "Women never visits him. There's just this one man." I raised my eyebrow at her inquisitively. "Are you stalking your Uncle now?" "Looking out for him" She said, throwing her face outside the window. I laughed, shaking my head. "Mummy." She called my name softly. "Hmm?" "Now that Uncle Gerald is Gay, can you get together with your best friend?" I slammed on my break, jerking forward.

If I hadn’t arrived at the right time, I would have woken up the next morning without a father, if things had gone differently. Uncle Armaan approached Dad. I could clearly see the fear in his eyes. I know and understand why. I grew up seeing the friendship between the two of them. They weren’t just cousins; Uncle Armaan was Dad’s best friend. That’s why, out of all my uncles, Uncle Armaan became the one I was closest to, since I always saw him when I was a kid. I know he was thinking that he almost lost his best friend. I let go of Dad and allowed Uncle Armaan to talk to him.

Warren and Uncle Vincent were conversing, and my father was on the phone with someone. When I walked in and made myself present, everyone's attention was drawn to me, and my uncle gasped. "There's my favourite goddaughter!" He jumps out of his seat and walks over to me, grinning. He pulls me into one of his bear hugs. "I'm your only goddaughter, Vincent," I laugh and shake my head at him. Uncle Vincent was my father's best friend; he's been in my father's Mafia for nearly forever. My mother told me about their other best friend, but things didn't work out for him since he allegedly betrayed both my uncle and father, which neither of us appreciated.

“Who are you to lecture me, sir? You heard me. I told you that I’m sorry.” “Who am I?” He repeated and smirked at me. Yes, who the fuck are you? I saw him in the villa. Needless to say, he and David knew each other. Or maybe… he and that woman? I don’t know. “I’m Gavin Palma–David’s uncle.” My jaw left on the floor.

He still used a cane to support himself, but other than that, he stood tall and proud beside his mate. Al looked confused, and then I leaned forward and whispered, "I will tell you later." Uncle Nate's story was one of resilience and hard work, one worthy of being told for generations, but I thought it would be not polite to tell Al everything in front of him and Aunty Rose. "And I thought I was the favorite Uncle..." I looked behind me, and I jumped into Uncle Pete's arms. Uncle Peter was Mom's best friend even before she met Dad. He was a great fighter, and he was Ralph's godfather.

Just then my eyes met with Felix’s. “I got a mom!” We both heard Dylan scream excitedly as he rushed to where we were and I squatted to hug him warmly. I knew he would be the happiest to find out that I accepted his dad’s proposal. “Uncle, you can't get married to her, there are so many ladies out there, why her?” Felix asked angrily as he raised his voice.

Next to the tray lay a neatly folded, incredibly plush black silk robe and a small, handwritten note in that elegant, sharp cursive she recognized instantly. “You slept like a log, little birdie. I had to restrain myself from waking you up for a second round. Eat everything, soak until your body stops aching, and don't think about James. I’ve already taken care of your schedule for today. You’re mine to look after now.” — A, your favorite uncle.