Eight Uncles Novels & Stories

Theo’s jaw dropped, rendered completely speechless, though he tried frantically to maintain his tough façade. Beside them on the sofa, a tiny, satisfied smile tugged at Kimberly’s lips. Finnick pressed on, his tone unyielding. “I will repeat it once more: if anyone dares lay a hand on her again, they make an enemy out of me.” A bright, uncontrollable flush spread across Kimberly’s cheeks. ‘Is... is Uncle actually playing the role of my knight in shining armor right now?!’ Theo pointed an aggressive finger at his own chest, his voice rising in disbelief. “I am your blood nephew, Uncle! Why on earth are you protecting her?!” He gestured frantically toward Kimberly.

He has this annoying habit of being the last one to arrive for every single meal, acting like his time is more valuable than everyone else's. He saunters in as usual, a half-burnt cigarette hanging from his lips. He looks far too casual for a Monday morning. Grandpa watches him with a "here he goes again" look, shaking his head while Dad is busy glaring a hole through his head. And me? I'm smiling like an idiot. "Good morning, Uncle." He pauses; his face darkens instantly. "It's Lorenzo." "But you're my uncle, right?" He sighs inaudibly and sits quietly, letting me win this round.

I stood at my desk and said nothing for a moment. The cold had spread from my stomach outward into my chest and down my arms and I was gripping the phone tighter than I needed to. I made myself loosen my grip. I made myself breathe. Ares. My uncle. The man who had walked into my grandfather's will reading and taken sixty percent of everything and moved into the east wing and sat at my breakfast table and looked at my wife across the food she used to cook herself like she was something worth looking at. The man who had sent her that dress — because it had been him, I had known it the moment she thanked me and I had watched the look on my own face in the reflection of the window and seen mysel

"My dear perfect husband, my uncles will be upset if we take any longer to show up." Hand in hand, they walked out of the airport toward the Miles family. As they approached, Evelyn was quickly pulled away from Warren before they could utter a word. She was soon surrounded by excited voices. "Evie, I'm Alan, your eldest uncle." "I'm Diego, your third uncle." "Evie, I'm Fabian, your seventh uncle." Evelyn was enveloped by the Miles family, hearing the word "uncle" over and over. She smiled politely and greeted, "Nice to meet you, uncles."

My uncles took a night flight back to America after they had given me lots of advice . Aunty Caro was relieved and I could tell she hated me a lot. It pained me that my father's siblings never came or sent a condolences message. Where the hell were they?Aunty Elna , Uncle Wale and Pule. I was so disappointed and angry. I walked into Sam's room. " I have something for you, Sam,''I said. I sat on his bed and helped him cover with the blanket. " What is it?I know you are still going back to your work . You are still leaving me with Molly", he said.

She did not want to freak out the woman who could end up being her aunt. "Just 'really great'? Well, you're not wrong. I mean, if we're talking looks, all my uncles are pretty much flawless." Evangeline was not bragging. Her uncles were the kind of guys girls would go head over heels for, no matter where they were. However, they never seemed to care much about dating. Otherwise, why would they still be single at their age?

I wrapped my arms around her, and she reciprocated the hug. "Now, let's get back to get ready for dinner. Your Aunt Rose and all your Uncles will be here for dinner," Mom said, and I couldn't help but beam. I loved each one of them. All of them have shown me something special. Aunty Rose is always smiling and doing her activities calmly, which is worthy of admiration. Uncle Nate is a fighter. After losing his ability to walk during the war, his recovery came with many trials, but he conquered all. He now walks with a cane, and even then, he is one of the most powerful warriors in the pack. Uncle Elliot is always observant, especially when you connect with him because it feels like he stares

To have their rest and wait for Justin to finish his surgery, they stayed at the huge private suite. Zack's friends remained nervous around the five men and with his father. They all looked scary serious, giving them the creeps. Especially for witnessing the way they snap necks earlier at school. Even Zack's papa has a dark chilling aura around him. "These are my uncles, uncle Max, uncle Dex, uncle Lucas, uncle Vasti and uncle Zen, they are my dada's friends" Zack introduced his father's friends.

Clara moaned softly after Arthur's finger brushed past her scalp, making her tensed body relaxed. “ You know so much about them, uncle, do you think it will work?” She asked as Arthur's hand stopped moving, making her open her eyes, “ what's wrong?” She asked, seeing his face all stoic. “ The next time you call me uncle again, I'll fuck you till you forget how to speak,” he threatened making her burst out laughing for his childishness

he said giving me a smile "I'm your other uncle Angelo also known as the fun uncle and this is my wife Sara and our boys" "Matteo 24" "Dante 22" "Alexander 19 but please call me Alex" "Diego and this is my other brothers Theo and Luca were triples." The one who hugged me said "Cool nice to meet all of you" "You found her and didn't tell us," Uncle Ang asked "Well it's been a tough week," Dad said "Does dad know?" Uncle Ales said