Eight Uncles Novels & Stories

WARNING: This book contains mature content, explicit scenes, and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised. “Maybe… maybe I don’t ever want to be anyone’s wife again.” Betrayed. Banished. Broken. For eight years, Selena was the devoted Luna of the Knightstorm Pack, until her alpha husband branded her a whore, stripped her of their children, and cast her out. Years later, she’s risen from the ashes as a renowned artist, fiercely independent and done with men forever. But when her ex-husband discovers the devastating truth, that a cruel scheme made him punish the wrong woman, he will stop at nothing to win her back. His reckless, alcoholic brother has always wanted her too. And then there’s the powerful alpha trapped in a loveless open marriage, willing to burn down his twenty-year union the moment he scents his second-chance mate in Selena. Three alphas. One woman who swore she would never belong to anyone again. As old wounds resurface and new desires ignite, Selena must fight not only for her stolen children, but for the heart she thought was dead. Who will claim the broken Luna… and will she ever let any of them in?

On Mother’s Day, I was driving an intoxicated wealthy woman home when she suddenly said, “You know, I stole my husband from another woman.” Then she handed me a photo. The moment I saw it, my entire body went numb. The man smiling with his arm around her looked exactly like my husband — who had supposedly died eight years ago. After my husband, Cedric Foster, died in an accident, he left me drowning in debt and caring for his comatose mother. To pay everything off, I worked a day job and drove for a rideshare service at night. When creditors came knocking and I had no money left, I sold my blood more times than I could count. “Handsome, isn’t he?” said the woman with a smug smile. “He was married back then, but for me, he walked away from his wife and abandoned his family.” As we entered an exclusive luxury neighborhood, the woman rushed toward two figures waiting ahead. The moment I recognized them, every drop of blood in my body seemed to freeze. I could barely breathe.

Eight years ago, Sara vanished without a trace… abandoning the man she loved and the husband who never stopped searching for her: Emiliano Monter. Now, on the eve of his marriage of convenience, Sara reappears in the most unexpected way… as a mysterious dancer at his bachelor party. She hides her identity. He doesn’t recognize her… until it’s too late. When Emiliano discovers who she truly is—and the secret she has been hiding all these years—the love he once felt transforms into a dangerous obsession. Determined to make her pay for her betrayal, he forces her back into his world… to work for him, to remain close—too close. But hatred has never managed to extinguish what they feel. Caught between a marriage that was never born of love, a past filled with lies, and an attraction impossible to ignore, Sara and Emiliano find themselves trapped in a game of power, desire, and revenge. And when dark secrets begin to come to light, it won’t only their forbidden love that is at risk… but also the empire that holds everything together: Casa Monter. Love, betrayal, desire… and a truth that could destroy it all. Will they survive what once tore them apart… or will their love be the very thing that condemns them?

My brother, Theo Sorento, died in a plane crash on his way back home just to celebrate my birthday. They never found his body—only wreckage. Ever since, my parents forced me to kneel in front of his grave every year on my birthday, demanding that I repent for surviving when he didn’t. Then came my eighteenth birthday. I realized someone was following me. Panicked, I sent a few messages asking for help. Just then, Mom called, not to check on me but to lash out. “I know exactly what you're doing. You’re just making up excuses so you don’t have to kneel in front of your brother’s grave! You’re a liar. Why wasn’t it you who died instead of him? You’re a walking curse!” Before my phone was smashed under a boot, the last thing I heard was the cold click of her hanging up. Then, I was cut up into pieces, and what was left of me was tossed across the city. My father, the lead forensic pathologist on my case, didn’t even recognize me. Later, Theo returned alive with his wife, whom he had eloped with eight years ago. When they found out the pile of rotting flesh was me, they all went insane.

George Milton took me eight times in a single night. By the ninth, his hand gripped my waist, his voice rough with satisfaction as he rasped, "Baby, I want you to use that innocent-but-sexy look you've got to go seduce Jordan." My entire body went rigid. Then I found out—George's first love, Sarah Byrnes, had been ditched by Jordan Baker, leaving her heartbroken. He wanted me to take revenge for her, to make Jordan taste the agony of being abandoned by the one he loved. After my family had gone bankrupt, I was delivered straight to George's bed. Naively, I believed he treated me differently. After all, I had been the woman at his side the longest. But he only sneered. "The reason I keep you is because you look like Sarah. She's hurting. Now it's your turn to do your part. With reddened eyes, I agreed, swallowing every foolish hope I should never have harbored. Soon, I captured the aloof and untouchable Jordan's heart. And for the first time, George lost control. He wept as he begged, "Catelyn, I regret it. Come back to me, please?"

Aviana Jessa spent eight years being punished for her father's murder — a crime she didn't commit. Beaten, starved, reduced to a slave in her own home, she endured it all. Until the night she fell off a wall trying to escape and landed in the arms of the most powerful wolf in the realm. But the Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes. She gives second chances. Damian Voss doesn't do sentiment. He needs a Luna for political reasons. She needs a way out. Three years. One contract. No emotional involvement. What neither of them planned for: she's carrying another man's children. He's been searching for her for seven years without knowing her name. And the bond forming between them isn't written in any contract. When the man who broke her comes looking to claim her back, Aviana will have to choose between the regret of the past and the future the king is only beginning to offer. She was rejected. She was enslaved. She was underestimated. But the girl they buried is not the woman who rose. And this time… she's not running. Read The Lycan's Contract Luna to find out what happens when the most powerful man in the realm finally meets the one woman he was never supposed to find.

Eight years ago, a starving human orphan named Seraphina saved the Alpha King’s life using her mysterious, glowing blood when she was just ten.In return, he adopted her and raised her as a princess. But now, the old King is dying. To protect her, he demands she choose one of his four sons to marry. Following her heart, Seraphina chooses Alpha Kael—the cold, lethal heir to the throne. Instead of accepting her, Kael brutally humiliates her in front of the entire court. He rejects her, calling her a weak, packless human who is entirely unfit to be his Luna. But when a sudden rogue attack leaves Seraphina bleeding in the courtyard, her blood erupts into a blinding golden light. For the first time, Kael witnesses her true power, and his inner wolf violently recognizes her as his destined mate. Driven by a toxic mix of regret and fierce possessiveness, Kael corners her in private, sparking a dangerous passion. But before the dust can settle, a jealous rival attacks, lunging for Seraphina’s throat. As ancient enemies close in on the kingdom, the tables turn. Kael is now desperate to claim the woman he threw away—but Seraphina is done playing the victim. If the arrogant Alpha King wants her heart and her magic, he will have to bleed, beg, and fight to earn it.

"Three years into our marriage, during which we couldn't conceive a child, my relationship with my husband, Wilhelm, has gone down the drain. However, when I finally had a child, I was hesitant to share the news with him, since he had been treating me less and less like his wife." *Kathryn Reinhardts was married to Wilhelm Reinhardts, one of the wealthiest businessmen in the country. She had become a housewife, enduring the cold violence from her husband and mother-in-law for three long years. After witnessing her husband's infidelity with his college friend, she made the difficult decision to leave him. Eight months later, she gave birth to a pair of twins, but the nurse delivered heartbreaking news: her baby son hadn't survived. Five years later, Kathryn completed her education and returned to her home country with her little daughter. On her first day back, a young boy hugged her leg and called her "Mommy." "Mommy, I finally found you!!" he exclaimed. Kathryn was taken aback—the boy had the same eye color as her. What's more, he was the only son of her ex-husband. The unexpected reunion opened a new chapter in Kathryn's life.

When Matteo Ricci threatens to end our engagement for the 100th time unless I take Lydia Capone's place in the famiglia's drug trial, I don't cry or make a scene. I just sign my name on the engagement termination agreement and calmly hand over the man I've loved for eight years to my twin sister. A few days later, Lydia storms the mafia summit like she owns the room, insulting the Pirelli family and daring anyone to stop her. I'm forced to step in and bear the full weight of her chaos. And now they're saying Lydia's body can't handle the trial after all, so they want me, the older sister, to take her place. The moment I agree, my parents smile at me for the first time in years. Even Matteo, who barely notices me, hovers nearby and murmurs, "Don't be afraid. The trial isn't lethal. When you get out, I'll take you for your favorite spaghetti alla Napoletana." But he has no idea that there's a late-stage stomach cancer diagnosis tucked inside my pocket. No matter what horrors the trial holds, he will never witness me walk out alive.

During the holidays, I specifically go home to spend quality time with my family. Mom brings out a bowl of persimmons and says in a half-teasing manner, "This is for the Sherman family. Once you eat a persimmon, you'll be blessed with good luck. Outsiders aren't allowed to take from this bowl." Everyone begins fighting for the persimmons. I decide to grab one for myself as well. The next thing I know, the living room goes eerily silent. Dad drags me to the corner before he starts berating me. "You didn't get to eat any fruits when you were living with your in-laws, huh? Must you steal from our family? "Didn't you hear your mother saying that outsiders aren't allowed to take from the bowl? So why did you still take one? "Because of you, Vivian doesn't get anything at all!" I look around my surroundings. It turns out there are only eight persimmons when in reality, there are nine of us in the living room. Mom has been hinting at me the whole time that I'm the actual outsider here. So, I pass the persimmon to Vivian Andrews, my parents' goddaughter. Then, I dial my husband's phone number. "Kevin, there's no need to bring the holiday gifts over."