Dumping him for his uncle Novels & Stories

I was just an eleven years old boy whose mom got sick of him and dumped him at his uncle's house. * * * #saynotosexualabuse

“Why don't you tell your uncle about it? “It’s nothing serious, Mum,” Julian said quietly like he was embarrassed. “Don’t be silly,” She chuckled. “It’s nothing interesting, Mum,” He said firmly. “I don't want to bore him.” “Unsolved cases would not bore me,” I said, leaning my elbows on the table. I could see his breath hitch in his throat. “Try me,” I raised my brows.

We arrived at my uncle placed and he was surprised to find me so early-ish in the morning n "Uncle, where's your friend and Why did he give me a bounced cheque?". I grabbed the cheque and slammed it on the table. "Oh! What do you mean? It's impossible ". He defended his friend instead of believing his nephew... I phoned the Bank manger once again and made sure he repeat his exact words to me . Uncle Christain was horrified by the news and it was quite unsettling to believe that he had no hand in his friend almost duping me..

Andrew burst into a loud cry and hugged him, while everyone in the room, watched everything that was displayed in front of them. "Excuse me, is this some kind of joke. You didn't even respect the death of your uncle. You had to get someone to impersonate him, why? all because you want the company. How pathetic" His dad had uttered, as he pulled him away from his uncle. "Paul" his uncle voiced out in a hard tone, making him lose his ground for a moment as he stared at him, shocked and surprised at the same time. "It can't possibly be you. There has to be a misunderstanding here." He said looking confused as he stared at his brother again in fear.

“Well hurry up your uncle is in your office waiting on you.” I hurry up and take a quick shower and dress in a basic black t-shirt and dark blue jeans not bothering to style my black hair. I walk briskly out of my room and toward the first floor to my office. I burst in the door and stop dead in my tracks. I walk in and I see Kim on her knees in front of her my uncle his dick in her mouth“Uncle is this necessary now” I state bored walking toward my desk sitting in my chair.

Their relationship was perfect at the start, with neither bothered about money or the future since they had each other. Their love had been pure and uncorrupted until his grandfather died. The old man whose empire was been the largest and most successful in the state had willed everything to Jonah’s uncle and left the rest of the family with nothing. They all believed that the uncle who had always been a greedy schemer had tricked the old man into giving him everything before he died. Unfortunately, no one could fight back because he now had all the power like he always wanted.

It was not until she grabbed me that I realized it was her. "Elise! You vixen! What does Quentin dumping you have to do with me? Who are you to instigate your brother to ditch our wedding? I'm telling you, I'll report this to your principal if you don't hand your brother over today. I'll see which college will want a student like you!" She grabbed my face as she yelled. She tripped me, and I fell to the ground before I could dodge. Just then, three nervous men rushed over. They were Lennon, Quentin, and Liam. Lennon's face was covered with stubble, and he looked as sloppy as a prisoner. Quentin was not much better. He had bloodshot eyes and looked much thinner.

“Uncle, do you know you have broken the rule?” Eliza laughed like an innocent child, "I never thought of having any feelings attached to my hookup partner. So, uncle, you should quit our game as soon as possible." "Broken the rule? Quit the game?" Fredrik smiled more with every word he said. His smiles sent shivers through Eliza's body. “Uncle, is there something wrong with what I said?” 'Let me go quickly. Let me escape!' she thought to herself. The situation was so terrible that she was so scared and didn't even dare to breathe.

"Uncle Matt, yes, I will marry you." I lay on the hospital bed, phone pressed to my ear, my other hand limp at my side as my vacant eyes lingered on the bloodstained bandages around my wrist. How many times had I tried to end my life? I could no longer remember. All I knew was that whenever the waves of despair came crashing down, I felt no desire to keep on living. On the other end of the line, Matt Harlem corrected me, "Audrey, I am John's uncle, not yours. You should call me 'Matt.' Or, 'honey'."

"X-Xander…" "I f-feel ashamed r-right now, do y-you think I'm d-disgusting??" I couldn't stop crying from what he said. "If you think I'm disgusting, then just go." My tears flowed more when I saw his two hands shaking. "Who the f**k thinks that you're disgusting huh!" I approached him and hugged him. I couldn't believe what I heard from him. His own uncle did that? It's no wonder why he has depression...it must be hard to forget that, especially after the death of his brother.