Futa Aunt Novels & Stories

“Yeah, I’m fine. She’s his doting wife, or whatever they call it. I love the kids, Maya and Jaxon are adorable. And she just had a new baby. I’m not gonna get mad. Martin is her brother. His parents are gonna be here, also. Plus that’s his only sister and his niece and nephews. I get it. But I’m staying right here to calm down.” “I wholeheartedly understand,” I say. Stephen and I sit at their table. My aunt finally comes over, still heated. She hugs me and then starts ranting: “I told that bitch I’m not paying her. The party has already started and she still blowing up balloons. You’re supposed to be done. Bitch, what do I look like?!” We’re all crying laughing because this churchgoing woman

It's a full house, and Aunt Melissa engulfs me in a hug, and I smell her cologne. “Hello to you too, aunt.” “I've missed your nonchalant self.” She knows that word. My aunt is a teacher. “I can't say the same.” She let go off me and hit my shoulder with a smile. “God has answered my prayers. Thank you for bringing Uuka to our home.” Grandma says. Uuka is sitting on one couch conversing with Aunt Nobomi, who's still in her pyjamas. “Go make us tea.” She instructs me. I hate household chores with all my heart.

The pain was like a diamond slicing through my skull. Fighting through the throbbing in my head, I realized Sean was James's nephew. "Sean, your uncle gave this to me. I didn't steal it—" I could not even get the words out before he snapped. His hands tangled in my hair, he sneered, "Ella, who do you think you are? My uncle would never fall for someone like you. Do you have any clue who calls the shots in the Foster family? He does! How dare you even touch him?

I never got married, never had children, and wasted the best years of my life. It wasn't because I didn't have feelings or couldn't fall in love. It was because I was afraid. I was afraid that if I started my own family, I'd end up neglecting her or putting her second. Yet none of that mattered to Aunt Leah. To her, it was only natural that I made these sacrifices. I deserved to be judged if I didn't. Then there was my cousin—her "precious" daughter, Camila Simpson. The year Aunt Leah lost her leg, Camila took off for an exchange program overseas and stayed there for 15 years.

She walk me back to her; mom tell me to apologize; Aunt was staring at me, she was almost crying; I know my parents did not train me to be rude but whatever Aunt did will forever be unforgettable. I can still remember; after mom and I buried dad; we went to Aunt for assistance, Aunt in her fine words, lied that her business wasn't doing well; she emotionally manipulated mom and myself to an extent we felt bad for her; not knowing that, she had just sent money for the new collection of her famous designer to be sent to her house; mom and I were just leaving when we met the van drive in with her things; if my Aunt, dad's sister will not want to help her own brothers family, then what is she do

Too little too late, as Eddie wants nothing to do with her. Aunt Arieannah, at least, didn’t end up having kids. So she didn’t ruin anyone’s lives and mistreated them like Aunt Emma and my mother did. But that doesn’t mean she isn’t a world-class bitch. She treats anyone, not a Frost, like trash. Everyone working with her in the Frost law firm LA branch can’t stand her.

And her mother's people were very far, they thought she lived well because that was the impression Maureen gave them the last time her mother's only surviving sibling aunt Cara visited Nigeria. The worst part was her father never wrote any will, he fell into depression when his wife became sick and with the loan sharks who took every property of his they could till he died. He only left her with savings for her schooling till her post-graduate degree if need be. *** On a fateful rainy weekend, Sophia had a huge fallout with her step mum. Because Sophia couldn't stand her step mum and aunt insult the image of her dead parents so she thought the Best thing to do was defend them, But mehn! She

Grace said. She ushered me to the kitchen where we both prepared dinner together. We had a great time getting to know each other, and I know people put up shows for first timers and all, but this woman was just different. I could feel her kindness and sweetness. It oozed off her in torrents. Auntie Grace told me she has been Mr. Mike's help for ten years and she has no family, being an orphan who never got married. I asked her why she had never gotten married, and she had told me she just never found the right guy but always wanted a child.

I could do a fruit salad. I can recognise that face anywhere, the scheming beady eyes and cropped, grey hair. “Mrs Fernsby.” I must force a smile. I don’t particularly want to be talk of the village at church. Especially not after the shameful things I’ve been doing as of late. Should my soul not already be condemned. I’d wager she’s only in her sixties—though leading the life of a grimalkin has left her with an extra odd twenty years to drag around.

"Your real name is Caelum Hugh. You were just one of over a dozen kids Aunt Natasha funded from a young age. "When you were kids, you all did call her 'Mom', but as you grew older, a few of you boys started harboring evil motives. You wanted to be her kept godsons, which completely ruined her marriage. "She had no choice but to issue a public statement announcing that she was single and childless. The boys faced full legal consequences, and from that day onward, she banned everyone from ever calling her 'Mom' again."