Entangled With My Ex's Uncle Novels & Stories

My eyes stared up at Uncle Vincent’s face in horror. The barista. The one I had just ordered to make a coffee. Fuck my life. And he runs a Private Investigation agency! Seems like my stay with my uncle was not going to be as long as I had originally planned.

One tear. Then another. Then her phone rang. Amelia glanced at the screen. Unknown Number. She almost ignored it. Almost. Instead, she answered. “Hello?” A deep masculine voice spoke from the other end. “Miss Carter.” She frowned. “Who is this?” There was a brief pause. Then the man said something that changed her life forever. “This is Ethan Blackwood.” Ryan Sullivan’s billionaire uncle. “And I have a proposal for you.”

“I existed in the part she kept private. Separate from her marriage, from the company, from everything that eventually became a target.” “Why separate?” “Because I was connected to things Helen didn’t want connected to her life with your father. Because I had—relationships, financial arrangements, things from before she met Elder Elias—that she felt were dangerous to his work. She asked me to step back. I did. We stayed in contact privately. But to the world outside—I didn’t exist.” She looked at her hands. “When he died—when your father died—I came to the office once. I sat at his desk. I couldn’t help it. And then I disappeared. Because the people who killed him would have come for me too,

"Your mother and I had dreams for you, Knoxville. We wanted you to spread love and kindness, not bitterness and anger." "Aunty, I'm sorry I'm not the man you thought I'd be," I said, my voice laced with regret. "They've made me out to be wicked, and I've lost so much because of him. I have to stop him... Please, ensure no one discovers I'm the CEO of this company, or that I'm partnering with the Scofield family." Aunty Rachael's expression turned understanding, her eyes sparkling with memories. "Ah, you're bringing back history, Knoxville," she said, a hint of a smile. "Your mom and Lora Scofield shared a special bond. He even spoke of Electra being her daughter-in-law one day."

Her heart missed a beat. She turned to look at Sasha and frowned, her tone serious. "Sasha, you are overthinking. He is Clark's uncle, which means he is my elder. The situation was critical at that time. He just acted out of an elder's concern for a junior." "Huh? He is your husband's uncle?" Sasha opened her mouth wide in shock. "Oh my god, that is too dramatic... But, even if he is an uncle, that look in his eyes was too impure..."

Xena. I gasped for breath, my legs still aching from the last round. Yet Dante stood over me like this was nothing but probably another of his one night stands. The bed was wet beneath me, wet from my juices. I stared at the ceiling for a while, the memories of his cock inside of me played over and over again. "Are you alright?” He asked, buttoning up his shirt. "I can't believe," I said slowly, still not looking at him, "that I just slept with my ex-husband's uncle."

I bounced off the bed like I’d been electrocuted, sheets tangling around my legs. No, no no! This is nothing but a mad joke. The man who had fucked me senseless for hours last night is my ex husband's uncle!

I muttered to myself, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of my emotions. I shouldn't feel this way towards him! First of all, he's the uncle of my ex. If that isn't improper already, then I don't know what is. Secondly, he's destined to date someone wealthy. I'm certain his grandfather would go berserk once he discovered that I, someone he despised for "influencing" Bryse to disobey him, was being linked to Rue. And last but not least, we had a deal. Once I failed at this job, I promised not to show myself to him again. At the time we agreed on that, it seemed like a convenient arrangement. Now, I'm not so sure anymore.

She knew her uncle's visit was either to ask for money or insult her. “Get ready tonight, you must attend the engagement party, you don't want to make our family look bad now do you?” Her uncle asked, looking at her with his cold gaze. Eva just wanted to disappear, her paining limbs rest to protest but she knew there was no way of escaping it. Nodding her heavy head slightly she managed to get a smile out of her uncle's stoic face. “That's my girl, be happy for your cousin sweetie, you know Calvin never really loved you, right?” He said adding salt to the wound.

No one was around to stare at us. "I'm his uncle or maybe...step uncle" he replied calmly. Oh no... This is insane. I broke up with Rowan and slept with his uncle on the same day. Is this some kind of... bad luck or...as they call it in books and movies, twist of fate?