Eight Uncles Spoil Little Bao Novels & Stories

“Liam. You’re here. For a moment, I thought you might brush me off, like you always brush off anything tied to our father’s wealth.” Liam took his seat opposite him, his movements calm and deliberate. When he finally looked up, his eyes glinted with amusement. “Our father’s wealth? Don’t forget, Adams—we don’t share the same father. You’re not my brother in the way you like to claim. You’re my nephew. Your father was my elder brother.”

“I do!” “Am I your favorite?” The little girl blinked her big eyes at him, clearly struggling between telling the truth and telling a lie. In the end, honesty won. “Not my most favorite,” she admitted. “But I like all my uncles.” Everyone burst out laughing. Audrey leaned over and teased her, “Lil’ Pie, tell me, who’s your favorite uncle?” “Daddy, Mommy, Great-Nana, and Heaf are my favorites. Uncles… Uncle Callum is my favorite because I see him every day.”

The light in our house dimmed forever. The triplets : Caspian, Silas, and Soren — were only sixteen back then, but they stepped up without hesitation. They called me their Little Star. They promised to protect me from every shadow. For years, they kept that promise. Caspian’s quiet strength made me feel safe. Silas’s steady presence grounded me. Soren’s warm laughter and playful affection made me feel truly alive. I loved them with every piece of my young heart. They weren’t just my guardians — they were my world. And for a while, I believed I was theirs too.

He left the house without a word, even though he was boiling with anger. He was going to show that old bastard sir White. Who did he think he was to constantly berate him and still go around acting like a thankful slave to his uncle? Mia, his mother smiled when she saw her son, but her face fell when she noticed his expression. “Valerie sent you out of the house again?” She asked. Jonah nodded. Even though he was ashamed to admit it, it still remained the truth. “I really don’t like that girl,” Mia complained. “She’s just a spoilt brat who wouldn’t have had the pleasure of doing these things if your uncle was half as decent as your grandfather.”

He stood up and told his son, “You’re being discourteous. It wasn’t easy for you to make a friend. You can’t mistreat your friend. If you aren’t going to walk her out, I’ll walk her out instead.” After speaking, he smiled at Little Cupcake cheerily and said in an extremely gentle tone, “You’re… Little Cupcake, right? Uncle will walk you out.” Looking at Dayton’s smile, Little Cupcake felt that an evil wolf was smiling at her. Her mommy was right. This uncle was not a good person. She waved her hand repeatedly and said, “It’s fine, it’s fine. There’s no need to trouble you…” She picked up the bag of plushies, turned around, and ran out.

As the youngest one, we sometimes act like a kid. "See, he's just like you" Liam directs his word towards me laughing slightly. Aunt Ruth joins him in laughing while I roll my eyes at them. After eating our dinner, Uncle came back bringing ice cream for us, he bought Justin favourite milk flavour, strawberry for me and a chocolate flavour for Liam. How he still remembers our favourite flavours is a mystery. When Uncle arrives, Justin re-tells his accident crying earning 200rs from Uncle. He's such a good actor. If only I could cry like that.

he said in a lower voice, like the way my voice went sometimes when Mommy wagged a finger in my face and scolded me. “Yes! Like Daddy, but shorter,” I finally remembered Uncle Gio now. “Just a little bit shorter. Don’t praise your dad too much; he’ll get a big head, and it’ll explode,” he mumbled. I laughed now; he was exactly like Uncle Darren. Uncle Darren always asked me to stop praising Mommy or she would blow up like a balloon and pop. “You’re just like my Uncle Darren,” I told him. It would be good if they met, so they could crack uncle jokes, and I could laugh harder. Uncle Gio went silent for a few seconds before Daddy came back to the phone.

He never will, I wanted to add. Redmund... His true colors were witnessed by his father and his uncle. I remember the color of his face draining from him. I almost laughed, but I had to stop myself as I had never seen Redmund so frightened that he almost peed in his pants. It was fascinating to watch how he was so frightened of his Uncle Lucretius. He would never be able to surpass his uncle, looking how he looked like a scaredy cat in front of him. His thumb brushed lightly over my knuckles, grounding. "That does not mean it was acceptable."

I asked frowning, there was a stupid smirk on his face that I badly wanted to wipe off, permanently. “What do you think happens when he decides he is done with you? You do know my uncle is incapable of love, he would never love you and I know he has not fucked you yet” “Shut up Chris” “You shut up dipshit!” He cursed at Agar and turned to face me.

I replied to Bam, gradually making her smile disappear. "Oh, I see..." I paused momentarily, wondering if I had said something wrong or inappropriate. "Bam!" Bam and I quickly turned to see an older man with a mustache and glasses approaching us. "Uncle!" Bam called out with a smile. I stood up straight. "This is Yannie. She's a friend of mine, the one I told you about," Bam introduced me to her uncle. "Hi, Yannie!" Bam's uncle greeted me with a smile. "Hello, sir! Good day!" I greeted Bam's uncle politely.