Novel & Cerita Eight Uncles

“I also hate myself very much for not realizing that I love you. I hate myself for hurting you deeply.” He fished out the photo from the pocket of his suit. “I’m sure our kid would have been very cute and would have looked just like you.” A sigh escaped him. “At some point, I stopped regarding you as my niece. I got scared, so I made you call me Uncle Sean. Hmph! What was I afraid of?” He mocked and laughed at himself before he drove away. Sean’s sleep disorder grew worse, and he kept getting nightmares. Hence, he started to forgo sleeping. Consequently, deep circles formed underneath his eyes. In the end, he finally failed to hold on. He drank wine until his stomach started to bleed.

“Do you… Regret introducing me to your uncle? Look, Sam… I know you must be disappointed that I slept with him. But I… I thought it wouldn’t matter, because my desire for revenge was bigger than anything else.” I lowered my head. Then I felt her soft arms wrap around me in a hug. “Oh my God, V. Why would I be disappointed in you?” she said gently. “I’m just shocked. I never imagined you and my uncle... Yeah, it surprised me, but I’d never think of hating you because of it. Besides, we’re both adults. It’s not like you stole someone’s fiancé or husband. You’re both single.” Summer chuckled. And I felt even more relieved.

I understood perfectly what she meant and I wanted it too only that I will never have to lose the respect for Anderson. "I understand I will not leave now. Don't worry I will be back in no time. I just want you to be okay and keep doing the things you have to do, I will be back soon." I assured her. The kids ran out. "Uncle Evan, are you taking us with you?" These children are literally nine years old but they act and do things like they were just born. Andrew acted a bit mature but sometimes he could just not resist the urge to do something.

She tried to calm herself down, taking a deep breath and reminding herself to stay collected when faced with an unscrupulous person. ["Little uncle."] Eliza felt very uncomfortable when she heard her own coquettish voice. But she resisted her abhorrence and persisted in pleasing Frederick: ["Little uncle, a great man rarely stoops to pettiness or complains about past mistakes, don't argue about it with your junior."] She emphasized the word 'junior'. ["Oh? Are there any juniors who would sleep with their seniors?"] Eliza could not answer this question because it was a fact! 'Bear it, I have to bear it.' she thought.

With that, he affectionately pinched her cheek. Elianna smiled and nodded, heading toward the living room. Upstairs. There came the earth-shattering sound of two children's footsteps. Owen cheerfully called out, "Has Uncle Jayson returned? It smells so good!" Little Spark ran and asked, "How many uncles do you have?" Owen replied, "I have four uncles! My third uncle is amazing—he's a special forces soldier, but his cooking skills are better than a five-star chef!" Two little guys ran down the stairs, one after the other. As soon as they saw Elianna, they happily ran over and said, "Mommy! Has Uncle Jayson come back?"

Neither would go over well. “Miss Sophia,” a man in a charcoal suit stepped into my path as I reached the doors. “Mr. Hartwell’s office is ready for you.” Of course. The will was the real reason I showed up in this funeral dress. Closure didn’t matter. Money did. I didn’t have enough left to pretend otherwise. I followed him into a sleek black car waiting at the curb, and twenty minutes later, I was sitting in a leather chair opposite my father's lawyer. A gray-haired, wrinkled bastard who looked like he belonged in a mafia movie.

That's what I remember from my father's story, but I don't remember the relationship between these two brothers because we rarely met. My first meeting with him was when I was nine years old. We have an age gap of 13 years. That means Uncle Matthew is now 34 years old. "I will always be by your side, Nyla." Uncle Matthew's heavy voice rang clearly in my ears. His warm fingers gently stroked my hair. Like a cool breeze coming through, I felt happy to hear it. I was grateful to meet him at that time. I thought that by doing so, I could live a little better.

The next minute, he had opened his arms for a hug and I really didn't mind obliging him. "It's been such a long while, my boy." He said after we had pulled away from each other. "We hadn't enough time to catch up at your welcome party, and I had left home earlier than usual because my sister in law's children were home, with no one to look after them." "It's totally fine, uncle. How have you been?" "Very well my boy." He replied, unable to remove the grin from his face. "I'm just fine, except for the fact that your nephew and my daughter have refused to make me a grandpa."

“He… he actually tried to hit on you! After our old grandpa literally kicked your doors down!” Every time I looked at the coffin of Aquila,the grand ‘gift’ my uncle had presented like a bouquet of flowers—I lost it all over again. The sisters were vibrating with ancient rage, but they were completely powerless against the one thing they couldn’t fight: two teenage girls who had officially lost their minds. I finally wiped my tears, then I heard my uncle snorting. “Hey kids, I’m not that bad at flirting you know. I still got it,” he said, puffing out his chest. “If given more time, I’m sure Ennoia…”

“Christopher is celebrating twenty years of marriage tomorrow and holding a party to celebrate, and so we decided to use that all the boys used the opportunity to allow our families meet for brunch and get to know each other before the party begins in the afternoon.” By ‘boys,’ father meant Uncle Christopher, uncle Emeka, and Uncle Femi, his old university mates and best buddies—now our unofficial uncles. They had been here at different occasions and we too at their house, but that was over three to four years ago as work had now made them all estranged with no time for personal visits. Uncle Christopher was now a Senator, Uncle Emeka a very rich influential and international businessman, wh